#only half of it fits and just. i forgot about a lot of clothes i really loved. i have to get rid of so much.

[swiftries]

NEW INTERESTS

summary: as business woman barbie, you had to be quite serious and uptight about your field of work. so when you couldn't make it sleepover night, which wasn't unexpected of course ꒰but nevertheless꒱ , stereotypical barbie comes to check up on you.

warning/s: top! barbie, bottom! reader, no smut, but it's implied, fluff/comfort, tired reader, talk of depression, swearing, not proofread, pretend they have genitals btw.

word count: forgot to check lmao

authors note: hi hi hii ! first post omg? i just watched the new barbie movie and..im fucking obsessed, i swear i missed half the movies dialogue tho cause i was admiring margot's gorgeous face. anyway i thought what if we had a super stressed, borderline depressed barbie who just needed a break from her thoughts ? enjoy pookies ! ୨♡୧

+ btw men dni.

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the wheels of your pastel pink car came to a stop in your driveway as you sluggishly dragged yourself out of the drivers seat. another long day, another girls night you couldn't deal with. bright lights illuminated the moving bodies on the vast dance floor, pointed stilettos tapping and turning swiftly as stiff hands clapped and clicked to the music.

clutching your purse, you moved across the dance floor, avoiding flapping arms and desperate kens in need of a dance partner. as you got to the last section of your mission, you felt a pair of eyes on you, a pair of eyes that were too familiar for you to shake off. looking over to your far left you found a set ocean blue eyes staring right back at you. the one and only stereotypical barbie. the perfect one, the main bitch of barbieland acknowledging your presence.

conversations between the two of you were very scarce. with you having a very busy work life and her having none at all, you never crossed paths that much. but living right across from her was a given, so conversations at times were necessary.

brushing off the nervous feeling that had crept up on you, you silently scolded yourself for the rosy blush that had quickly painted your cheeks. once again, clutching your purse tighter, you resumed your journey to your apartment in the lively dreamhouse.

the scratched door creaked open as you released your grip on the plastic doorknob. in any other room you can pretty much expect bright pinks and yellows and lovely colors..but not yours. in fact it wasn't the case at all.

black scribble lines all over formerly hot pink walls, torn up grey bed sheets, deflated pillows, a bedside rug that was once a lovely shade of baby blue now a murky lake green, and scratches, whoever was messing with this room had a no sense for care, as this room, this room was desecrated with scratches and marks.

sighing, you flopped unto the creaky mattress, the back of your knees hitting the plastic bed structure. reaching over to your achy feet, you pulled off the black heels that had been causing you anguish the whole day.

dropping your heels, you unzipped your pale pink silk dress, one of the very rare bright pieces of clothing you had left. flinging it over to the other side of the room, you tapped over to your closet, the once shiny, luxurious white structure, scribbled on and vandalised; stripped of its pride. you looked through the distressed drawer that had been left open from the mornings' rush. music flooded into the silence of your room as picked out navy blue pyjama bottoms and a tight fitted white tank top.

as if by magic (no pun intended) , your desired clothing adorned your slim body as you strolled over to your bed, plopping yourself on it and sinking into the mattress.

thoughts clouded your mind like a raging storm, keeping you a prisoner of your own mind. weird barbie said this would happen a lot more so it shouldn't have been unexpected. but it still hit you like a brick every time the thought of stereotypical barbie flooded your head. her plump lips, the crystal blue eyes that locked you in a trance at the slightest glance and her hair, oh god her hair. you just wanted to run your fingers through the golden curls. you wanted to tangle your fingers in it, you wanted to ruin it, you hated how perfect it was.

you hated her. you hated how ken adored her, how everyone was so goddamn drawn to her, it was like the town revolved around her jobless ass. you wanted her. you needed her. you needed her to need you. but you had your ken and she had hers, and that was that.

the last person who uttered a word about a barbie and a barbie or a ken and a ken was weird barbie and look how she turned out. it's not like you weren't weird yourself, with your heels dropping, thoughts about death, uncanny interests in barbie , your burnt waffles and messed up room and messed up clothes, you were borderline line outcast. you just hadn't been sent to the weird house yet.

'it's only a matter of time though'. you thought shutting your eyes. the late nights and early mornings catching up to you.

it only seemed like a few minutes before you felt the opposite side of your bed sink and a warm hand on your icy shoulder. shrieking, you leaped into an upright position, very nearly hitting your head on your heart shaped headboard.

"jesus! what the hell.." you came to an abrupt stop as you looked over to your side meeting a very dear set of eyes. "look, i'm sorry for barging in so randomly, i know you were sleeping and you're a very busy woman and-" the words mushed together in your head as you focused on her pouty lips. you would let her talk for hours on end if it meant seeing those lips move.

"it's okay." you stated, the corners of your lips turning up. "really? i mean i could leave honestly! it's no biggie..i mean if you want me stay i could?" the icy blonde rambled meeting your gaze softly. "i promise your fine." you assured her shuffling a bit, suddenly feeling very naked.

"so why are you here?" you questioned, sinking back into the comfort of your duvet. dropping your gaze, she fiddled with her velvet night gown, undoing the strings and redoing them. "..well i don't know, you looked more down than usual and you at least make it to the nail painting sessions in my room, but today you missed the whole night altogether." barbie confessed, searching your y/e/c eyes for reasons.

"i know, but-" "you promised." she stated, cutting your flimsy excuse short. "i'm sorry. i've just- i've had some things on my mind as of recent." you explained, your eyes looking at barbies' room across from yours.

“ what type of thoughts?” you raised your eyebrow at her answering her question silently. “right. too far… sorry.” she blushed, tucking her blonde hair behind her ears. an uncomfortable silence filled the room as barbie crossed her legs, moving dangerously close to you.

clearing your throat, you glanced at her figure, letting the image cloud your senses. the curve of her hips to the sharp cut of her jawline, she really was the perfect barbie.

“i have thoughts about death too.” barbie whispered. you didn’t reply so she continued “all the time actually. they’re more frequent than they used to be. i thought maybe someone felt the same way as me so i shared it during the dance party downstairs, but, they just looked at me like i was.. weird.”

your heart rate tripled as you gazed up at her. she looked so.. vulnerable. all this time you had thought you were alone in this paradise. you thought of yourself as the elephant in the room. but there was a chance that the one person you thought was perfect, was just as fucked up as you.

“i’m so sorry, i’m gonna leave now-” “stay.” you muttered connecting your eyes with hers. “what?” the blonde asked, a bewildered look on her face. “i think about death too. maybe we have more in common than we thought.” you explained, running your fingers through your y/h/c haphazardly layered hair.

grinning immediately barbie sat back down, babbling instantly. and you did what anyone would do if they were in that same situation, you stared at her with hearts in your eyes, smiling broadly.

only mattel knew how you ended up sprawled across your bed with barbie straddling your lap, braiding chunks of your hair. who knew depressive thoughts could bond two dolls like this?

“your eyes are so pretty.” you murmured gazing up into her ocean blues. blushing she retorted : “oh shut up.” , but you could tell from her scarlet cheeks and darting eyes that she appreciated the compliment.

“can i kiss you?” you blurted, not being able to hold yourself back. barbie stared at you, her eyes glistening. preparing yourself for rejection you opened your mouth only to have it shut by pillowy lips.

stars behind your eyelids, in fact a whole constellation. gliding your fingers up the small of her back, you reciprocated the kiss as she cupped your face softly. biting your bottom lip, she explored your mouth slowly. sucking on your tongue, she extracted a well deserved moan out of you.

“fuck y/n” she groaned, grinding on you. moaning desperately, you fervently moved your hands around her body as she pulled away. breathing heavily you both stared at each other lovingly. “the others will hear..” she commented, returning to fiddling with your hair. agreeing, you smirked as she looked at your lips.

“i better go then. i don’t want you tired tomorrow, busy work life and all.” the blonde remarked as she slowly stood up. “mhm” you retorted, as you let your eyes wander all over her body.

“i’ll see you tomorrow, sleep well okay?” she stated, looking over at you as she got to the door. “i will.” you grinned, snuggling into your comforter. and at that she giggled as she closed your door, the echo of her voice promising you of better days. ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🩰 ꒱ ˎˊ˗

#important stuff ! #🎀 #new fic ! #margot robbie #margot robbie smut #fluff #margot robbie barbie #ken barbie #mattel #barbie x reader #swiftries #barbenheimer

[dilfl0v3rss]

at last

summary: jailbird!ony is home at last

cw: public sex, driving with an expired license lmfao

word count: 2.9k

today was the day. you don’t think you’ve ever popped out of bed so fast in your life. quickly getting yourself ready so you’re not even a half a second late to your important meeting.

“i’m be out on around the twenty fifth mama”

it’s been three weeks since you heard that, and for those three weeks you’ve been planning nonstop. the first thing you did was calmly let all of your friends know that the first day he gets out is for you. feeling that you deserve it for keeping it together for so long. the second thing you made sure to do was get ony a whole new wardrobe, already knowing he won’t be able to fit his old clothes because of how big he’s gotten. but you still kept all of his old clothes just incase you wanted to wear them. the last thing you made sure to do was get him lots of gifts and to get his most important gift touched up. dedicating a whole week to getting your hair, nails, and feet done as well as a nice wax.

you made quick work of getting dressed, already having your outfit picked out days ago for the occasion. your entire house was decorated and you had everything ready for a nice dinner to be shared, feeling content with yourself as you skipped out the door.

his facility was about two hours and some change away, so you had plenty of time to think of what you will say when you are finally met with the love of your life. as you kept your speech engraved in your mind, you decided to turn some of his favorite songs on when you got close where they’re keeping him, wanting him to have all of his favorite things on his first day out. you were so nervous, but excited at the same time. it’s been so long since you were able to touch and feel this man without a guard breathing down your neck. to be able to lay with this man, and walk around the house knowing that he was near and not two hours away.

during your last visit you asked if you needed to come in to sign anything or say anything for him to be let out, but all ony told you was to be waiting in the car, so that’s exactly what you did. the car stayed running with i gotta find peace of mind by lauryn hill playing as you stood with your back leaning on the passenger door. you checked the time on your apple watch and before you knew it the doors were opening. the sight of this man caused a million emotions to run through your mind at once. you were in complete awe at how beautiful he was.

tall built frame adorning a shirt so tight you thought it might rip as well as some sweatpants that hugged his thighs a little tighter than they used to. the only thing that seemed to fit like it used to was his sneakers. you instantly rushed into his arms, forgetting whatever words you had planned as you cried into his chest. “missed you too mama” his deep voice brought vibrations to his chest as he rubbed up and down your back.

“m-m’so happy. i t-though i wasn’t gonna be able to push through, b-but i did it and now you’re coming home” your words brought a couple tears to ony’s deep brown eyes, letting them freely roll down his cheeks as he left light kissed on your head. the two of you stayed like that for what felt like forever before calming down and getting a good look at each other. ony was big, bigger than before. the clothes he wore when he came in barely fit him anymore. “you’re huge” you giggled as ony flexed his arms for you. “i know. you brought some clothes for me pretty?”

you gave him a quick kiss before leading him to the car, opening the back seat before handing him some bigger sweatpants. “i forgot the shirt” ony waved it off, instantly putting his handing on the bottom of his shirt and taking it off, letting the tight white tank top he had on be shown to the world. “s’long as i can take these tight ass sweats off. feel like m’wearing leggings or sum” the two of you laughed before getting in the car. you drove him to a nearby gas station so he could change before getting back on the road to go home.

as you drove you could feel ony’s eyes on you, moving up and down on your figure as he watched you focus on the road. you couldn’t keep a straight face, shyly smiling as you spoke. “whattt?” you whined, making him chuckle before laying his hand on your thigh. “you so beautiful ma. really missed you” his hand lightly squeezed your thigh before creeping up higher. thick tattood fingers brushing against your skirt as ony leaned over to plant kisses on your neck. you knew this was coming.

“papa m’drivingggg. you want me t’crash?” you whined before lifting your shoulder to remove his access to your sensitive neck. “y’look so sexy when you drive tho. lemme just-” he slowly moved his hands between your thighs, surprised to feel his fingers immediately meet the flesh of your pussy. you smiled to yourself as ony released a quiet gasp at the realization. “no panties? you driving me crazy” his dick jumped in excitement at the sight of you as well as the feeling of your warm heat, making ony anxiously glance at the time. he prayed you were at least an hour out, but you’ve only been driving for fourth-five minutes and he knew he wasn’t going to last. “pull over ma”

“what? why? you alri-”

“yea i’m good i just need you t’pull over real fast.”

you listened to his request, slowly merging to the right until you’ve reached the side of the road. there weren’t many cars out today so it didn’t take much effort. as soon as the car slowed to a stop, ony got out. taking two steps before reaching the back seat door. “come here pretty girl” you opened your mouth to complain, but it was caught in your throat at you caught sight of the big bulge in this man’s sweatpants. you made your way to the back before ony quickly sat you on his lap. “pa i don’t have tints”

“ion care. need you t’ride this dick ‘fore i cum in my fuckin pants” he pulled your ass up, having your upper body leaning over his shoulder as he quickly dug two of his thick fingers into you. you instantly melted at the contact, the sensation feeling foreign to your body since it’s been so long. you couldn’t even speak at the moment, settling for deep breaths and the prettiest moans as ony quickly fingered you.

“y’so fuckin tight mama. my pussy been missin me huh?” his deep voice rang in your ears as you nodded your head to his question. ony wasn’t satisfied with that though, quickly snatching his fingers from your entrance to leave a hard slap on your ass before thrusting them back into you. “talk t’me baby. wanna hear that pretty voice” he dug into you as fast as ever, making you have to stutter each of your words out as you tried to give the proper response. “m-missed y-you so-soo much d-daddy”

ony smiled at your response, quickening his pace as he let you move your hips and fuck yourself onto his fingers. “that’s what daddy like t’hear. want y’to make a pretty mess on my fingers. can y’do that for me princess?” the word “yes” was on the tip of your tongue, but never fell as you felt ony snatch your release out of you, loud gasps and moans flew from your lips as you leaked all over him. your warm fluids trickling down his arm before soaking onto his grey sweatpants, but ony payed it no mind. he slowly moved his fingers from you before guiding your body down on his dick.

“i’ll be gentle” he reassured you before slowly sliding you down onto him. inch by inch you whimpered as you felt the stinging stretch of his dick. “i know mama, i know. daddy sorry. shouldn’t have left you like this f’so long.” he wiped your tears from your cheeks, giving you light pecks on the lips as he let you adjust to his size. “m’here now. wont do it again ‘kay?” ony didn’t look for a reply from you, slowly lifting your hips before fucking you onto his dick. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you let out a silent scream. it’s been so long since you’ve had his body against yours, his big hands roaming your body as well as his thick dick rubbing against your walls.

tears start fall again as you happily bounced up and down on him, diamond chain dangling from your neck as his initial at the bottom sparkled in the sun. “fuckkk ma” he groaned before shooting ropes of cum deep into you. it’s clearly been so long for him as well. the feeling of your tight walls so foreign to him that he couldn’t help but fill you up quickly, but that didn’t stop him. ony’s dick stayed hard as he picked up to the pace you just held, eventually bouncing you down on him harder as the two of your releases mixed inside of you. “i got a lot more t’give you mama. try to keep up”

you had picked ony up at around eleven, but didn’t get home until five. after the two of you finished showing how much you missed each other, your legs were too weak to drive. you tried to tell ony no since his license was expired, but he ignored you. “you gon kill us if you try to drive wit them jelly legs ma” he chuckled before taking the wheel. he didn’t last another twenty minutes before his fingers were deep in your pussy again, quickly fucking you as he drove. as soon as you were finished you saw his dick, hard as can be in his sweats. “can’t leave you like that” you’d said before quickly getting to work. sucking him so good that he had no choice but to slow down and eventually stop to take you to the back and give you the best head of your life as a reward.

ony carried you from the car to the house, chuckling and giving you many kisses all over your face. you quickly wiggled from his arms and stood in front of the door. “you ready?” you said excitedlyyy. ony gave you two thumbs up, taking a deep breath before nodding his head. you unlocked the door and walked him inside. the house was the same, but different. many pictures of you replaced with pictures of him as he looked at the frames adorning the living room walls. the kitchen looked exactly how he left it as well as the dining room. as ony looked around you quietly went to the bedroom to bring out his gifts and putting them on the couch as you waited for him to finish his inspection. “how you feel?” you asked, smiling from ear to ear on the couch.

ony’s eyes were filled with disbelief. this was something he dreamed of doing while locked in his cell for all those years. walking freely around his home, only footsteps away from you instead of miles. ony turned towards you, eyeing the gifts before making his was to the couch. “real good. what’s all this?” he lightly ran his hands on one of the boxes while giving you a confused look. “s’for you.” his brown eyes looked into yours, shaking his head as he caressed your chin. “you always so good t’me ma” your stomach did flips as he slowly moved his hand from your chin to around your neck, lifting you from the couch before giving you a sloppy kiss on the lips. this was the first time the two of you have gotten to really enjoy each others lips. tongues gliding over each other as spit kept the two of you connected.

ony’s free hand smoothed down your back, stopping at you ass to give it a tight squeeze. before you knew it, he had you turned around and bent over the front of the couch, giving him a perfect view of your beautiful body as well as the lovely home he’s been missing. “missed this” he mumbled as he freed his dick from the confines of his sweats. lining up with your tight entrances before thrusting in fully. as his hips met your ass, a loud cry left your lips. your body jerking forwards from his hard thrusts as ony pounded your pussy with vigor. “m’so proud of you mama. you held this shit down real well”

ony looked all over his house, taking in the very missed scenery. an idea popped into his head, making a devilish smirk appear on his face as he pulled out of you. “daddy m’not finisheddd” you whined, earning you a hard slap on your ass before ony turned you around. “stop whining baby. ima give you what you want.” with that he lifted you in his arms, kissing you as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “gon fuck you everywhere in here”

before you could reply you were interrupted by the feeling of his dick being pushed up your walls. ony bounced you onto him in the air, walking around the house until he reached the dining room table. he laid you down on your back before wrapping his inked hand around your neck. “need you to cum in every room. can you do that f’me mama?” his dick caressed your walls perfectly as he roughly fucked you on the table, each stroke kissing all the right places. your moans bounced off the walls as you repeatedly cried out in ecstasy. you’ve spent many nights dreaming about what the two of you would be doing when he finally came home, but no dream could ever amount to this.

“throw that shit back mama. make daddy cum” ony groaned as you repeatedly fucked yourself onto his dick. the two of you were now on the kitchen floor, having fucked each other silly in every other room in the house except the bedroom. your pussy was sensitive to the touch and ony was two orgasms away from shooting blanks, but neither of you cared. continuing to love on each other as if y’all haven’t been fucking for hours. “missed you. so. fuckin. much mama shittt” his inked hand landed roughly on your ass repeatedly as he watched your ass move on his dick. pretty brown flesh ricocheting off his abdomen as you took all of his inches. “missed you oh my goddd i missed you so much too daddy. don’t want you t’leave me ever again” you said as another orgasm ripped through you. you cried out as you shook on the floor, your release spilling onto the tile as ony picked up where you left off. “ian ever gon leave you again mama, trust.”

when you got to the bedroom that’s when things started to wind down. ony fed you slow deep strokes as he looked lovingly into your eyes. “i love you so much…..so fuckin much” he moaned as he wiped your tear stained cheeks. you didn’t know what to do with yourself anymore, just laying there and letting him take control as you cried happy tears. all those nights where you’d scream and cry were finally over as you leaned up to kiss his wet lips. “i love you more papa. cant believe you’re really here” you mumbled through kisses as you felt ony’s dick reach deeper into you. “oh my god onyyyy!” you moaned, back arching off the bed as you felt your release on the tip of your tongue. “go head baby, m’right there wit you” ony stroked you deeper and before you knew it, the both of your releases mixed together before slowly tricking out of you from the sides. the two of you stayed like that, taking each other in as you caught your breath.

“ima run us a bath aight?” ony mumbled before slowly pulling out if you and making his way to the bathroom. the two of you bathed together, washing away the sweat and fluids from your night before getting out and putting on some comfy pajamas.

“how you know what size i am?” ony chuckled as he looked down at the pajama pants he had on. he expected to be met with small clothes when he got home, but you made sure to get him right. “when i went to visit i noticed how big you got. just went two sizes up” he nodded along to what you were saying before tying his durag up and crawling into bed. you crawled in next to him, cuddling up to his side before throwing your leg over his. “still can’t believe this is real. like you’re really in this bed with me. it’s been so long baby.” ony could hear the sadness in your voice, looking down at you before tilting your chin up towards him. he gave you a loving kiss, taking your hand and laying it on his chest where his heart was beating. “feel that?” he asked.

“mhmm”

“good, ‘cause it’s real. i’m where i was supposed to be all those years, wit you”

ony stared down into your watery eyes. brown orbs mirroring yours as his began to well up too.

“i’m home”

#aot x black reader #onyankopon x black reader #onyankopon x reader #aot onyankopon #onyankopon x black!reader #aot smut #jailbird!ony #onyankopon smut #onyankopon x black y/n #aot onyankopon x black!reader #aot onyankopon x black reader #aot onyankopon x black y/n #aot onyankopon smut

[idonotwanttogrowupbitch]

A best friends to lovers with Rodrick Heffley .

you probably met in middle school

some teacher (Daybrick) asked you to tutor Rodrick in some subject and you ended up getting along better than you would think, Daybrick regretted it the next day.

if anyone messed with Rodrick you came to his defense, no matter if they were twice your size, no one messed with your friend.

that's probably why you also ended up at home for 2 days with a bruised eye or something like that.

you spent 90% of your time at the Heffley's house, you slept there every other night at the most, you even had a little mattress that they put next to Rodrick's bed and you slept there.

That ended when you turned 13 as Susan didn't think it was a good idea for two teenagers to sleep together so now you slept in the basement which with Susan's help turned out to be a very comfortable den.

Rodrick would probably sneak down there at night to sleep with you, losing sense of the reason why you ended up there.

half of Rodrick's closet is literally your clothes, he purposely emptied half of them by piling them in one place so that yours would fit.

the reason why you spent so much time in that house was because your parents worked a lot and when they were there the situation wasn't good, that's why Rodrick convinced his parents to basically let you go live there, at first you would only stay a couple of weeks and that turned into years, now you go home only on weekends, you are already part of the family

Rodrick always liked you but he just thought it was the affection he had for you as a friend, just like you did for him, he always defended you.

you sang a few times for the band

a lot of junk food, a lot of junk food, really A LOT

without realizing it you acted like a couple, cuddling together under the same blanket to watch a movie, sleeping on top of each other, sharing clothes (to the point where you forgot if the clothes were originally yours or his), feeding each other in your mouth, Frank actually thought you had been dating for quite a while.

He literally can't be without you, nor you without him, although he won't admit it, you once went on vacation for a week with your family and damn he missed you and you missed him, you're like fingernails, inseparable.

you kissed at his party but agreed that it was a "friends kiss" and that it was just the "party excitement" even though you both knew it was something more.

surely there is a picture of the two of you kissing.

You almost killed Bill at the talent show.

at the end you did break one of the replacement drummer's sticks and maybe you cursed.

you kissed again after the talent show and that's when you started dating, Susan was happy that Rodrick is with you and secretly waited for that moment for years and years.

She hugged both of you , she really couldn't stop smiling, she was a proud mom.

After the happiness and excitement, Susan made rules at home for the two of you, maybe too much…

You and Rodrick couldn't be in the same room with the door closed, Susan actually came into your rooms while you two were making out, too many times for it to be legal.

in the end you were making out in the van anyway.

nothing really changed in your relationship as best friends, only now you were kissing and making out, but otherwise it was the same.

Manny and Greg's babysitters, that's right.

Frank and Susan went away for 3 days to celebrate their anniversary, they were chaotic days for you and Rodrick, really caotic.

You definitly laugh about Rodrick after Heather Hills party, in revenge, he hugged you and let you sticky and completly cover in chocolate.

and i ran out of ideas, is almost midnight and i'm halfsleep, there will probably be part 2,b y e

#doawk rodrick #diary of a wimpy kid rodrick #rodrick x reader #diary of a wimpy kid #rodrick heffley

[katshelluvacritic]

Not sure if you've seen the finale of the show yet because I'd love to hear your thoughts on how absolutely useless Charlie was once again

I’ve pretty much all the eps for season 1 so you don’t have worry about the spoilers.

As for the ep, I’mma just immediately rip the bandaid off and say that I had to watch it again to remember what happened, yet my brain is still kinda processing it again so I’mma type this to the best of my ability and if I do miss some parts I do apologize.

To start off with one of the things I didn’t like that included Charlie (mostly a personal nitpick) was her “battle fit” (if you could even call it that)

I feel like it should be self explanatory but I’ll explain anyway; for one, the fact that Charlie wearing what I like to call “the evil star butterfly cosplay” just doesn’t make sense to me. Like even though I don’t like Vicky’s fit either, at least she’s wearing something that could cover her skin to lessen the risk of cuts and injuries.

Charlie however is not only wearing a dress but also HIGH HEELS, which realistically would prob have her dead from the spot because for one, you can’t run in heels and two, like I said before she’s at higher risk to be injured compared to Vicky.

Like I’m honestly shocked that she only got a few rips from her clothing and a few bruises, like I get she’s the princess of hell but damage is still damage.

Not only that since Charlie is a princess then, wouldn’t she have access to wear royal armor??? Assuming she did (because there’s gotta be a reason to where she got that shield from), why didn’t she just wear that???? I feel like it would’ve been the most logical thing to wear since after all, YOUR GOING TO WAR AGAINST DEMONS.

Also speaking of the shield, why does she only have a shield and nothing else? You would think that since she’s the princess of hell she’d have some sort of weaponry but no.

She just guards herself a shield while occasionally throwing up magical fireworks like if that’s gonna do anything. Like, I get all niffty did most of the time was stab already dead angels before she killed adam, but at least she actually tried to do some damage compared to Charlie.

And then Razzle and Dazzle.

Listen, I can understand her not being able to save sir pentious because she was trying to protect Vicky and a lot of stuff was going on but why did she summon them? Isn’t she the daughter of lucifer? Wouldn’t she have transforming powers or something to get up there

I mean we’re shown in this gif that he can transform into different animals as he so pleases and can EVEN GROW WINGS.

Wouldn’t Charlie technically have those abilities? And even if she doesn’t have those abilities, these fuckers have guns and cannons with them that could shoot/blast Adam down.

Also gotta love the fact Charlie just stays on the roof of the hotel and watches the Lucifer and Adam fight happen UNTIL ADAM RAY BEAMS THE HOTEL IN HALF, ONLY FOR HER TO BE SAVED BY LUCIFER was so dumb. Women do SOMETHING WHY WERE YOU JUST STANDING THERE????

then like the ending. Omg the ending…

“Omg guys I lost sir p and the hotel guys, I failed” PENDEJA. YOU DID JUST DICK ALL DURING THAT WAR OTHER THAN WAVE SOME SHIELD AROUND WITH SOME FIREWORKS. CRY HARDER. BOO HOO I GUESS.

And I just gotta say, I doesn’t entirely include Charlie but like these parts of the lyrics

What???? Tf you mean redemption may take a while???? We’re still going with that??? After the war against heaven you guys just had??? Did Charlie forget what happened in episode 6, where like there was some shit about heaven being a lie and this evil place???? Why are you guys still trying to redeem sinners when YOU Charlie, realized heaven is evil???

But don’t worry, they rebuild the hotel guys! They can live happy ever after right?

Even though like… let me check my notes…. Oh right! Angel is still stuck with valentino, husk’s soul is still taken away by alastor! Oh yeah, I guess viv forgot about that part I guess.

I know I’ve already said this to friends of mine but ngl this episode especially just reminded of this one page from sonichu where Chris and his chars execute a guy in an electric chair but make it viv’s characters and Adam/heaven.

But uh, yeah. I don’t like Charlie, I don’t like this episode, I don’t like this series. I don’t know anymore.

#hazbin hotel critique #hazbin critical #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel charlie #Kat’s ask’s #like seriously who thought this was a good episode besides viv??? #this is so bad

[jaehunnyy]

Finally home

Genre: tooth-rotting fluff, crack, long distance relationship

Word count: 0.9k

Pairing: boyfriend!San × gn!reader (feat. the rest of Ateez)

Warnings: i guess nothing really just one curse word, pet names and a kiss, probably grammar mistakes

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There was a lot of chaos in the dorm Choi San lived in; hell, chaos wouldn’t even describe the mess in his room. Half of his clothes were scattered around the floor, while the other half was in his luggage, fighting to fit in the already loaded space. Wooyoung promised that he would help San, but his “help” felt more like a nuisance for the two-tone haired boy.

“Woo, I swear to God. Can you stop laughing and actually help me?” he sighed, looking at his friend—who only started to laugh harder.

“I can’t help it,” the youngest said between laughter “you’re just so funny when you’re serious.”

A defeated sigh escaped San’s lips again, but his face lit up when he saw Wooyoung coming in his direction, ready to help. A few minutes passed, and the door slightly opened, revealing a tall, blonde boy.

“San, we need to take you to the train station in a few—“

It took him a while to process what was happening in front of him. Wooyoung was sitting on the luggage, pressing his body on it, while San was struggling to close it.

“—minutes.” He managed to say, before starting to giggle.

All this agitation had a purpose, though. San was going to meet his lover for the first time, after three months of talking through video calls and falling asleep to the sweetness of each other’s voice.

“Hongjoong will make a big fuss about this. He told you to get everything ready by today, you know?” the eldest added, watching as the two finally won the fight against the suitcase.

“No need for him to find out. I have everything under control, see? Easy peasy.” San’s lips curled into a content smile as he spoke, before going downstairs with the others.

“San is ready, guys! C’mon,” Wooyoung said excitedly, grabbing Yeosang’s hand and dragging him to the door.

The others joined them not too much after, but they noticed someone who didn’t move at all, fixing them with his stare instead–Hongjoong. His mullet made him look a bit fierce in everyone else’s eyes, but his friends knew how much of a softie he was—so, why was he so serious then?

“You’re in pajamas, San. Do you want to go meet them like this?” he asked, fighting the urge to smile at the younger’s antics.

San gasped, running in his room and finally completing his outfit. He felt ready, but the nervousness he promised to leave home didn’t seem to let him go. “It will be okay, San,” he thought, then smiled and went to the others.

The ride to the station was a fun one, filled with laughter and the boys' teasing. San was going to miss them, but he couldn’t afford to refuse a one week vacation in the city where his lover lived.

“Take care of you, San,” Mingi smiled and patted his shoulder, to which San answered with a large smile, dimples on full display.

“And send pics!” Wooyoung shouted, making Jongho stare at him.

“I will, guys. Thanks,” he hugged them one last time, before getting on the train.

On the other side, you were more than excited to finally meet the boy who stole your heart. Even though it was hard to adjust to each other’s routine at the beginning, love made you get used to it quite fast. And now, there you were, waiting for him to finally arrive. All you could think about was hugging him and being able to admire his beauty in person; it made your heart speed up. You got more enthusiastic when you saw a train stopping, but then pouted when you realized it wasn’t the one you were waiting for. You took your phone from your bag and texted your friend, losing the track of time and failing to notice the smiley boy approaching you.

“Do you happen to be Y/N?” he asked in a teasing manner, already wrapping his arms around your waist.

You flinched at first, but forgot about everything else when you figured out it was him.

“Sannie, you’re here!” You shouted, legs instantly wrapping around his waist, while your hands found their way to his neck. You hid your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the sweet perfume he was wearing.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed about this, sweetheart. Thank you for being mine,” he said while tightening his arms around you, spinning you softly.

Your chuckles filled his ears, and it was the sweetest sound he had ever heard. When he let you down, his hands grabbed your face softly, admiring your beautiful features, just like you did to him. He closed his eyes and got closer to you, your lips finally touching, turning into a sweet kiss, the love flame inside of you burning more than ever. He smiled, resting his forehead on top of yours. Your hands reached his dimples, poking them softly.

“It was on my bucket list, I needed to do it,” you smiled innocently, making him laugh softly: “but we have so much more on our bucket list, let’s go!”

You grabbed his hand, dragging him after you. God, he felt like he was meant to be there, like this was his actual home. Everything felt right, and he couldn’t wait for the day you could fulfill all of your dreams, together.

#ateez fanfic #ateez san #ateez fluff #san fluff #ateez x you #ateez x reader #san x reader #san x you #choi san x reader #kpop fluff #kpop imagines #ateez imagines #choi san #san oneshot #san x y/n #ateez x y/n #fluff #kpop crack #ateez crack #san imagines

[bidisasterevankinard]

“So, this is what you do when I’m not around?”

Or

“Is this… turning you on?”

If it inspires ♥️

I combined it and here have this hot thing love <3333 NSFW-ish. I think about continue to make it E rating and post whole thing on ao3 then, so let me know if you want more

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In Buck's defense, it wasn't his idea to buy panties, but Chim's. Years and years ago, during Buck's probie year. They were drunk and Chim dared him to do it. Buck did. Then came home, put them between boxers he didn't wear much and forgot about them. He couldn't throw them away because they're expensive and pretty panties. And that's how these panties lived the last six years. They were moved in that exact stack of clothes, which Buck didn't want to sort when he moved to the loft. He just put it on the top shelf and forgot about it.Right till that moment.

He is alone in the loft, sorting his things between boxes to decide what he will move to the Diaz house. And what he will throw away or donate, because it's finally time to get rid of the clothes he would never wear again.

That's how he found these lace black panties. And if the boxers should go to trash because his size is bigger now, the panties on other hand look like they can fit him.

Buck in his life tried a lot of things, even crazier than wearing some panties. Just last night Eddie tied him up to their bed and made sure that it is hard for Buck to move today, especially bend, without remembering how good his fiance railed him. Trying some panties shouldn't feel so exciting and thrilling, and a little bit forbidden, like something he shouldn't desire. Except that Buck feels all this mix of different emotions like that and he wants to sense the lace around him.

He slips out of his sweatpants and boxers, but leaves the shirt. It is like a shield from feeling like he does something wrong. The lace fits him like a second skin, highlighting his cock and how pale he is. But that makes Buck feel good about them, it's how he looks like something precious and cute. Not like a 6 '2 guy, but like something that needs to be handled very gently, like a porcelain vase that is so easy to break with a careless movement. Buck feels good. He feels pretty.

Admiring himself from different angles in the big mirror, still not daring to leave himself only in black lace, he doesn't hear how he is not alone anymore.

“So, this is what you do when I’m not around?” Eddie's voice scares Buck and he rushes to cover himself, tugging on his shirt hard.

“I saw you naked, mi amor. No need to cover this ass or cock from me,” Eddie licks his lips not taking his eyes from his bottom. Even if Buck tries hard to hide himself, he still knows Eddie can see quite enough. “Especially when they are wrapped in such a beautiful package. Like a beautiful present.” 

Buck doesn’t know what to say. He opens and closes his mouth for seconds till his eyes catch the lines of Eddie’s cock in his sweatpants. Catching the way where Buck looks, Eddie puts his hand pulling on his pants so that the line of his half hard cock is seen better. 

“Is this … turning you on?” 

His fiance comes close, putting his big warm hands on his t-shirt, lifting it up till he can take it off from his body, stopping to ask Buck with his big caring eyes if it is OK, not moving till he sees the nod. Eddie leaves him almost naked in his almost empty loft. 

“How can it not? My future husband looks like a fucking model, meeting me in these cute lace,” big hands holds him by the waist, bringing Buck close to his body. Their cocks touch and they both moan. “You look so beautiful Buck,” Eddie murmurs and kisses his neck. “Do you like the way you look? Or should I leave to let you put your clothes on?” warm chocolate meets his sky and Buck one more time falls even more in love with this perfect caring man.

“I think I look pretty. I-I feel good. Really good,” Buck whispers, still feeling guilty to admit how he loves it, even if he knows Eddie loves it too. 

“Do you want me to make it better?” Eddie traces his long soft fingers over the lace till he touches his hard cock, smirking when he feels a wet spot. 

“Yes, please,” Buck gasps as Eddie speeds up his movements, passing the lace over his tender skin. “But we-we moved the bed already,” despite his words Buck just let Eddie leave more hickeys on his skin.

“You still have a kitchen counter. I haven't bent you near it for months,” Eddie kisses him, biting his lip. “What do you think, cowboy?”

Buck smirks remembering why Eddie calls him cowboy. Sue him for telling his “just best friend” he always liked to ride a man anytime he had a chance. He wanted to drive Eddie crazy with this idea. He succeeded even if they still had a crooked path after Buck's confession. Eddie their first time admitted that he called him cowboy several times to hint he wants Buck to ride him. 

He licks his lips, acting like he thinks about it, taking the clothes from the body he needs to see naked. The way Eddie looks at him when he kneels to take his sweats off intoxicates him as well as the musky scent. 

Touching beautiful abs, Buck kisses his man again before breathing into his lips.

“Yeah, not a bad idea, but what about me riding you on the balcony? These panties allowed it,” Buck puts Eddie’s hand on his bare ass. “And I found my cowboy hat,” Buck nods towards the hat. “Should I wear it or -”

Buck’s question is interrupted by Eddie’s lips and the body pining him to the wall. Grinding their cocks, they kiss till Buck is ready to hit Eddie’s hip to have a chance to breathe, but Eddie ends the kiss right at that moment, leaving Buck alone near the wall. He takes the hat and comes back, putting the hat on Buck’s head.

“ Are you ready for the ride, cowboy?”

#buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 #my fics #ficlet #evan buck buckley #buck buckley #buck x eddie #911 on abc #911 abc

[rocknroll7575]

Knight of Olympus: Titans Lullaby - Chapter 2: Hard Lessons

Forgot to post this here yesterday!!! Sorry! But please enjoy Chapter 2!

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The next day, as the campers were eating Jaune was informed about what his duties would be as the new Combat Instructor. He was to train them on how to fight and use their weapons properly, that part was more for the new arrivals, as well as helping them learn strategy, work together, and so forth.

Jaune was a little nervous but he calmed himself and he walked over to the armory, where he found his set of armor, as well as the rest of his clothes, so he put on his old shirt, and then the rest of his armor, and once he was fully dressed, he walked over to the weapons and he found a whole bunch of swords, spears, daggers, bows, and shields.

Jaune sorted through a bunch of swords till he found the right one, the weight of it was good and the balance was perfect. It was no Crocea Mors, but it would have to do. He strapped the sword to his side and then looked for a shield, fitting each one around his arms until he found the right one, and it too felt perfect, it was a little too round for his taste but a shield was a shield.

He looked at his schedule and that's when he saw that he had 5 cabins after breakfast ended.

He was going to have the Zeus, Posiden, Ares, Aphrodite, and Hephestus cabins, which seemed like a lot at first till he remembered that Chiron had told him Percy and Thalia were the only children in the Zeus and Posiden cabins.

As he waited, he had come up with a rather interesting way to test his own strength against the campers as well as get a feel for where they were in terms of Combat, and later he'd just have to do what Ms. Goodwitch did and pit them against each other in one and one combat at determine who needed help and who was rather good, but could still use improvement.

Finally, the campers arrived at the Armory and Jauje smiled at them as they gathered around him, he, of course, saw Percy as well as Thalia.

Once they all were in their respective cabins, Jaune decided it was time for introductions.

"Hello everyone, my name is Jaune Arc, and I will be your new combat instructor,"

Quickly a hand rose for a question.

Jaune looked at them, "Yes...?"

"Drew Tanaka," Drew replied, "I was wondering what God is your parent?"

Jaune smiled awkwardly, "Well, truthfully, I don't have a godly parent, I'm fully human!" Jaune said with a smile.

"But then how are you in camp? Mortals can't pass through the barrier," came the voice of Clarisse.

"Well that's because I'm not from your world," Jaune replied. "I'm a human from a completely different world, kind of like those superhero comics where some are from a different universe,"

Every Camper was shocked and that's when the uproar began, as they all scrambled to ask him a million questions.

Jaune smiled, "Alright! Alright! Settle down now, I'll answer all your questions on one condition..." Jaune began with a smirk, "The best fighters of each Cabin have to knock me off the amphitheater," Jaune said.

"Why there?" Percy asked.

Jaune looked at him with a smile, "Because there's more to today's lesson than just trying to get answers outta me," He said, "Now all of you get suited up and meet me there," Jaune said as he walked away.

As the kids were getting ready, Jaune walked over to the amphitheater, and as he did, he couldn't help but think about his new position now, he was going to be training kids now, who her half his age. Not to mention he would also be accompanying them on a few adventures, so not only was he training them, but he would be responsible for their safety as well.

Was he truly up for the task?

Jaune groaned slightly, "Ugh, is this how Ms. Goodwitch felt about us?" He asked himself.

After a brisk walk, he arrived at the amphitheater and not too long after he arrived, so too did the cabins. Jaune asked them all to sit at the seats and he watched as they all sat down and faced him.

"Good, now that you're all here, I think it's time to tell you what the first part of the training exercise will be," Jaune told them. "So as I've already said, each Cabin will choose their best fighter, said fighter along with the other fighters from the other cabins, will have to work together to push me off the theater or to make me yield,"

Clarisse chuckled, "Sounds easy enough," She said.

Jaune smirked, "But there are rules during this fight," He said. "One, no powers. Two, I'll let you all formulate a plan of attack before starting. Three, and this is important, if either one of you is knocked from the amphitheater, then you all lose and will be forced into my position while another set of fighters will attack you, understood?"

There was silence but the most nodded in agreement and understanding.

Jaune nodded, "Good, now of course, Percy and Thaila are already chosen, as for Ares, Aphrodite, and Hephestus, please choose your best fighters to come up,"

Thalia and Percy got up on stage with their respective weapons and were waiting for the other cabins, but in an instant, it seemed that Ares already had their pick.

"We choose Clarisse!" Said one of the boys from her cabin.

Clarisse got on stage with her spear and had a smug look on her face as she stood next to Thalia and Percy, which Jaine noticed didn't make Percy too happy.

A minute later, Hephestus had their pick.

"Charles Beckendorf will represent us!" Said a girl.

Charles stepped forward, dressed in his armor with a large Warhammer, but it wasn't as big as Nora's.

Jaune smiled at the young man as he walked onto the stage and gave Percy a high five.

Finally, after a good minute, Aphrodite had their pick, which turned out to be Drew, as she stepped forward, daggers in hand and wearing some light armor.

Jaune looked at the five with a smile, "Alright, you guys got 10 minutes to figure out a plan of attack starting... now!"

The five grouped up and Jaune watched them, and he saw that out of all of them, it seemed like Clarisse was the one arguing the most, dismissing a lot of Percy or Thalia's plans, and seemed to be the most stubborn and hit headed one of them all and seeing this, Jaune knew he could use it to his advantage.

The group broke apart and they all took a fighting stance while forming a half circle around Jaune, which made the blond smile, knowing the plan, but wondering who would strike first.

Acting quickly, both Thalia and Clarisse charged forward and trusted their spears at him from opposite ends of the half circle. Jaune quickly backed up from their attacks and smirked.

"Come on, can't the daughter of the God of War do better than that?" Jaune asked as he looked at Clarisse.

Jaune then saw Drew slide under their spears and quickly get up and run toward him. Jaune blocked one stroke with his shield and another with his sword, leaving her open to a kick to the gut from Jaune that sent her on her back.

Then, rushing at him were Percy and Charles, Percy was the first to get close and quickly tried to slash at Jaune but Jaune blocked with his shield and pushed Percy's sword away and then used the shield to strike the young boy in the chest.

Charles then rushed in and raised his Warhammer over his head and brought it down, but Jaune sidestepped the attack and the Warhammer struck the ground, causing a few cracks. Jaune then kicked out Charles's leg, causing the large boy to fall backward hard.

Jaune then saw Thalia and Clarisse charged in once more. Thalia was first and she thrust her spear forward, but Jaune managed to deflect the attack with his shield and then struck Thalia in the gut with the pommel of his sword, causing her to heeld over, and when Clarisse charged in and thrust her spear, aimed directly at his chest, but Jaune sidestepped the attack, turned the blade around and just like with Thalia, he used the pommel to strike her in the chest, causing her to grunt in pain and kneel on the ground.

Jaune stood over the Demigods with a smirk, "Is this what you Demigods are capable of? I Gotta say, kind of disappointed, I mean, I'm just a regular human, I expected more," Jaune told them. 'Rile them up, see if they can keep their cool, mostly Clairesse, see if they can salvage this and devise a better plan,' Jaune told himself.

They all slowly got back up and Drew looked at Percy and Thalia, "Any ideas?" She asked.

"We need to-"

Clarisse got up and glared at Jaune, picking up her spear, "What we need to is simple... rip him to shreds!" She cried as she ran ahead.

"Clarisse! Wait!" Percy cried.

Drew rolled her eyes in annoyance, "Gods damn it!"

Jaune dodged an attack aimed for his head, then ducked under it as she swung, and he backed up, Clarisse pulled her spear back and aimed for his right foot, but Jaune saw this and raised his foot as she stabbed the ground and Jaune quickly broke the head of the spear off.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?" Clarisse cried as she looked at her 2nd broken spear.

Now that she was distracted, Jaune knocked the rest of the spear out of her hand and put his blade right in front of her face. Clarisse froze up and her eyes widened, while at the same time, the others didn't move, as they realized the situation they were in.

However, acting quickly, Thalia used her foot to kick up her spear, grab it, and throw it at Jaune. Seeing the flying weapon, Jaune was forced to back away, giving Clarisse the chance to back away as well as allowing Percy to charge at Jaune with Drew behind him.

Jaune prepared himself and when Percy came in and swung at Jaune, he blocked it with his sword then saw Drew coming in, so he pushed Percy away and turned to Drew and swung at her, but she managed to block it with her daggers, but Jaune then used his shield to jab her in her rib, and then he kicked her away again, he quickly turned back to Percy and saw him coming swinging at him again, but Jaune blocked it, and Percy pulled back to swing again.

the two were now locked into a duel, with each one simply hitting the other's sword, Jaune looked around him and noticed that he was close to the edge of the amphitheater and realized Percy had pushed him in this direction on purpose, and that was when he saw Charles coming in with his Warhammer and quickly blocked it with his shield, and the blow rattled Jaune's arm but he pushed it away just in time to block another of Percy's swings and pushed him away. 

Thalia then appeared and she thrusted her spear right at Jaune's chest, hitting him, but when she looked at his face, he seemed unfazed, which confused her. Jaune then smiled at her and he decided to drop his shield and grab ahold of her spear, pulling her in when she was close, he grabbed her by the collar of her jacket, and with all his strength he threw her toward the edge, causing her to roll on the ground and fall off the stage.

Seeing Thaila fall off, the others knew that they had just lost.

Jaune smiled as he walked over to the edge and saw Thalia getting up and dusting herself off. "You alright?" Jaune asked.

Thalia looked at him with a smirk, "You mean besides my shattered pride? I'm fine," she said.

Jaune nodded, "That's the spirit," Jaune told her as he held out his hand for her to take and help her get back on stage.

"Where'd you learn to fight like that, Jaune?" Percy asked.

Jaune turned around and looked at the son of Posiden with a smile, "My home world," Jaune replied.  "Where I come from, we are taught to fight more than one enemy, because the creatures we fight sometimes hunt in packs,"

"That's pretty cool," Percy said with a smile.

Thalia nodded, "But what I wanna know is why you seemed unfazed by my attack, I hit you square in the chest with my spear man," she said.

Jaune smiled, "That's because of my Aura," Jaune said, "It's a representation of my soul and also a shield, it protects me from from any physical harm as long as it's not too damaged and breaks, but it also heals some small wounds,"

"That's amazing!" Drew said. "What else can it do?" She asked.

"Well it also helps boost my physical strength, speed, and stamina," Jaune said, "Then, there's my Semblance-"

"Wait, you have a 2nd power?" Charles asked.

Jaune nodded, "Yeah, it's called a semblance," Jaine replied. "We have to unlock it but each one is different, mine, for example, boosts my Aura to a far higher extent than anyone else in my world," Jaune said.

Hearing all this Clarisse stepped forward with a scowl, "Didn't you say no powers!? How is it fair you were using yours!?" She asked.

Jaune looked at her with a smile, "Well, you see, I wasn't using my Semblance at all, and Aura is kind of instinctive, like breathing, you don't think, you just do," Jaune replied. "So my Aura just immediately turned on when I saw Thalia's hit coming and it protected me, plus the reason I said no powers for you is because I wanted to see what you can do physically, I was told Percy and Thalia both have powers, but I didn't know about the rest of you, so I wasn't gonna take the chance,"

Charles nodded, "Makes sense, but just so you know in the future, I don't have any powers like Percy or Thalia, I'm simply resistant to extreme levels of heat," Charles told him.

"Kind of the same for me," Drew said. "The most I can do is see through Illisions, what with my mom being the Goddess of Beauty, she can tell when someone or something is fake," Drew told him.

"As for Clarisse-" Percy began with a smirk.

Hearing him begin to talk and mention her name, the daughter of the god of war turned to the son of Posiden with a glare, "Watch it Prissy! You don't know if I have powers or not!" She growled.

"Do?" Jaune asked with a raised brow.

"...No,"

Jaune nodded, "Noted, anyway, now can any of you tell me what you did wrong? And I'd also love to hear an answer from those seated if they have one," Jaune said.

Charles was the first to speak, "We underestimated you," He said, "We thought we had the advantage with our large numbers and we assumed you weren't as strong or as skilled as us in combat since you were a human," Charles said.

"Very good, Charles," Jaune said with a smirk,

Hearing his full name, Charles got a bit embarrassed, "Uh... just Charlie please, it's what my friends call me," Charles said

Jaune nodded, "Right," he said, looking back at the rest, "Anything else?" He asked.

"We had a chance to regroup and figure out a new plan after you wiped the floor with us in the first part of the training exercise," Percy said.

Jaune nodded, "You did, but you wanna tell me why you didn't have the chance?" He asked.

"Because someone let their anger get to them," Thalia said, eyeing Clarisse.

Clarisse growled as she glared at the daughter of Zeus.

Jaune nodded, "Correct," He said as he turned to Clarisse, "You need to learn to control your anger, it can be a tool, but don't let it control you," He told her.

Clarisse glared at him, "And what would you know about that?"

Jaune looked at her with a small glare, "I let anger get the best of me and it nearly cost me a friend's life," Jaune told her. He then sheathed his sword and walked up to her and he saw her move back a little before he was right in front of her, "I'm going to let you know this now because you are a good fighter, Clarisse, and you still have room to grow, but never, never, think you are better than anyone else, because the moment you think you are, you lose," Jaune told her before turning away.

With that, the day continued, as Jaune forced the losers to fight against five opponents, and he watched as Clarisse was able to win, it seemed like she took what he said to heart, trying to stay calm while fighting multiple opponents.

Jaune also watched them and made sure they were staying safe and not going overboard and as he watched them, he failed to notice bright orange eyes that burned like the coals of a fire, and then there was a whisper in his ear.

"Tonight... come... dear knight..."

Jaune turned around quickly but he saw no one, just the still-burning embers of a dead fire. There was no one there, not a soul, at least, that's what most would think, but that was untrue... there was always someone there.

After all, there had to be someone kindling the fire...

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Later that night, Jaune sat with Chiron and Mr. D, who were playing a game of poker, one which the Centaur was losing terribly, Jaune looked at both of their cards and smiled, knowing that Chiron was in danger of losing a lot of money.

Trying to distract the god, Chiron turned to Jaune with a brow, "So, Jaune, how were the kids today?" Chiron asked.

Jaune shrugged, "Good, they all seem to be doing good, but I'll be honest, there are a few that need improvement, emotionally and mentally," Jaune replied. "But they all seem to be doing well, and a few surprised me that you never seemed to mention,"

"Oh?" The god asked, "Who may I ask?"

"Drew Tanaka, Charlie Beckendorf, Will Solace, The Stoll brothers, Katie Gardner, and... I think that about it," Jaune said, "They are pretty good fighters and with different talents, I mean, Drew can see through illusions, Will has great healing capabilities, and the Stolls are so smart that if they put their pranks to battle they'd be unstoppable, and Katie can control plants if trained right, they could be just as good as Percy and the others, I even offered them more training later tonight," He told them.

Chiron smiled, "That is good to hear, but I also have to ask, how are you adjusting here at Camp?" Chiron asked.

Jaune smiled, "Pretty good, and Annabeth and Percy have been informing me about your world, which is great honestly, there are a few similarities between Earth and Remnant, well, except you guys don't have Faunus walking around,"

"Faunus?" Mr. D asked.

Jaune chuckled, "I'll tell you about them later, but anyway, I think I got a few students who want some late-night training," Jaune said with a smirk.

Chiron chuckled and nodded, and Mr. D simply stared at his cards, waiting for Chiron to make the move. Jaune left the cabin, but once he did and the door closed behind him, he felt something was off in the air, and he looked around and that's when he saw her.

She had bright auburn hair and eyes that glowed like burning coals, for a split second, he could've sworn he had seen Cinder and was about to attack, however, the woman gave off a more... loving presence.

She wore a red flaming cloak and a white toga-like shirt that exposed a bit of her stomach and had gold designs as well, however, she also wore a white tube dress with similar golden designs on her shirt, she wore no shoes, leaving her feet exposed to the elements.

"Hello, Jaune Arc, a pleasure to see you again," She said.

Jaune was a bit confused as to who she was, "I'm sorry... but I don't think we've met," Jaune told her.

The woman smiled softly, "We have, I'm simply easy to look past," She said.

"Then forgive me for forgetting you," Jaune said. "I just can't believe I never saw someone as... well as beautiful as you," he said with a slight blush.

The woman chuckled with a soft smile, "You are not the first to say that, Jaune Arc," She said. "I am Hestia, Goddess of the Hearth and I have come to you, to see the fire I saw for only mere moments,"

Jaune was confused as to what she meant, "Excuse me?" He asked, "Fire?"

Hestia nodded, "Yes, a fire," She said as she closed the distance between them.

Jaune wanted to step back, afraid she might try something, however, he couldn't, not because she had some power over him or something, but because he sensed nothing but warmth, kindness, and love, radiating off of Hesita.

She grabbed him by the face and pulled him close, her burning eyes stared into his deep blue ones and that's when she saw it, the fire she had seen in his very soul.

"Such a beautiful flame," She said. "In all my years not once had I thought I'd see another flame... so similar,"

Jaune's brow raised in confusion, "A similar flame?" Jaune asked.

Hestia nodded, "Indeed," She replied. "You have a flame only I have, a flame of a protector, a flame that carries the burden of others, yes, a strong flame indeed, but so many little flames dancing around it, glowing bright with each emotion... oh my... how cruel,"

"What?" Jaune asked.

"Penny," Hestia said

Hearing her name, Jaune recoiled and looked at Hestia with wide eyes. "H-How do you know-?"

"The flame of guilt burns bright in you," She replied. "Do not fret, Jaune Arc, It was her choice,"

Jaune looked down with sadness, "And I was the only person who could help her make that choice... she didn't deserve to die..."

Hestia smiled, "Who said she is dead?"

Jaune looked up at her quickly, with confusion and wide eyes. "What!?" He asked.

"I sense the flame of every living being, Jaune Arc, and when two new and powerful flames appear so suddenly in my world, I am the first to know," Hestia said

Jaune was shocked, he couldn't believe it, there was no way, no way that Penny was alive... and yet, he had to take the chance.

"Where is she!? Is she safe!? How'd she get here!?" Jaune asked as he stepped toward the Goddess.

Hestia giggled, "Please, calm down, Jaune Arc," She said. "I only know that she is safe," She said.

Jaune looked at her, "And are you sure it's Penny?" She asked.

"She has hair like the color of bronze and eyes as green as emeralds," Hestia said. 

Jaune slowly nodded, sounding like Penny to him, but he began to wonder how she was alive, how she survived... what he did, but then he began to wonder if he even had the right to find her. Did she even want him to be the one to find her? He had taken her life... to him, it didn't matter if it was her choice or not... he had done the unthinkable.

But he still had to try.

"Where is she, Lady Hestia?" Jaune asked.

Hestia smiled and pointed behind him, "It seems you may get your answer,"

Jaune turned around only to see a floating corpse behind him and his body froze in shock as the body floated toward him, if Jaune remembered correctly, she was the Oracle, and it seemed that she had a prophecy for him.

Green mist spawned out of her mouth and in the mist, a shape appeared, he recognized the shape as none other than Cinder Fall. Jaune was stunned to see her very image in the fog and nearly charged at the image before remembering that it was simply fake, why the fog decided to take her image was unknown, but the faux Cinder began to speak.

"To the Knight, who bears a broken heart and two bloody hands"

"Come and fight, and seek the place with the whitest sands"

"Travel southwest, and you shall find the banished mother"

"Like all the rest, face to face with the one who shall become another,"

"Find the blade, and Hades will make you a deal,"

"Accept the trade, and two fates you shall seal"

"Atop the oldest mount, you will beat the mad titan bloody"

"12 by your count, and a king's name you shall muddy"

Hearing such a long prophecy, Hestia smiled, knowing the very long journey ahead of him. "It seems you have been given a quest, Jaune Arc," she told him.

The mock Cinder Fall burst apart and green mist receded into the Oracle and her body floated back up in the attic, and watching the whole thing from the front door was Chiron and Mr. D in shock.

"Well..." Mr. D began, "That was something new, never thought she could leave the attic,"

Chiron looked to Jaune, "She has given you a prophecy?" He asked.

Jaune nodded.

Chiron nodded, "Very well then, come inside and we shall discuss what she said, and tomorrow, we shall gather the head of the cabins and send you forth on your quest," Chiron told him.

Jaune nodded and he turned himself to speak with Hestia, but when he looked to where she once stood, she was gone, but then he heard a faint whisper.

"Gifts will come soon... my champion,"

Jaune was a bit unnerved by her disembodied voice, but he knew that she meant him no harm.

He turned back and walked toward the cabin with Chiron and the two, along with Mr. D, discussed the prophecy the Oracle had given him, however, unknown to the three adults, three others had overheard the Prophecy that had been spoken that night.

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It seems Hestia has taken an interest in our hero and he has been given a quest so early!? Wonder what is going to happen on this Quest and who might join him?

Better yet, what do you think the prophecy means?

#rwby #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo fanfic #rwby fanfiction #percy jackson fanfiction #rwby x pjo #crossover #jaune arc #percy jackson #thalia grace #charlie beckendorf #drew tanaka #will solace #pjo hestia #dionysus pjo #chiron #camp half blood

[reilikeslifting]

This is the person who just did their first lift, I totally forgot to ask but, do you have any tips for new lifters ^^

of course! and congrats!!!

new l!fting tip #1: tumblr 101

no tags!!! do not tag ur posts, it makes it easier for non-l!fters to find and report l!fters

censor out brands and l!fting terms!! such as dn@, 3B, etc. (dn@ is did not arrive and 3B is empty box!!! different l!fting methods)

never ever put any defining objects in your photos if you are gonna post! make sure its the haul and ONLY the haul.

remove exif data from your photos so they can’t be traced, personally i dont do think bc im lazy but you should!

don’t put your total in your bio! i used to do this bc i liked to tell ppl i saved $20k-$30k over the year but it’s not smart to flaunt that you’re over the felony limit!

next, #2: how to lyft

so you’ve already completed your first lyft (woohoo proud of u!!) but how can you go about being safer and smarter?

my first tip is always scan the school for cameras! be sneaky tho don’t like just stare at the ceiling, but yk get a feel for how many cameras, what type, and what direction they’re facing. most places are gonna have the dome cameras, those are the worst because they see in every direction. always always try to body block if possible. either get someone else to block you or duck behind something while you’re concealing. better to not be caught on cam!!

nobody in that store is your friend, remember that. always assume that customers are plain clothes LP (disguised security) and always assume that sales associates WILL rat you out. don’t think “oh well it’s just me and one other person in the aisle it’ll be fine” because it’s gonna be the one time it’s not fine.

on that note, be kind to everyone. this isn’t just a lyfting tip it’s a rule i live by but just be kind. they’re gonna suspect you much less if you smile and answer questions and compliment them if you feel so inclined, just be a nice person. i believe this is one of the reasons i’ve never been caught, i’m just very friendly.

concealing!!! where to conceal? i personally like using my bag most often. your bag is important too!!! i use one off amazon (you can type like kawaii heart school bag and it’ll pop up, its black and has a big heart cut out for pins) but i dont have any pins because i dont want it to be too identifiable. its purse enough for people not to tell me to take it off (a lot of places don’t allow backpacks) but big enough to fit a LOT of stuff. structured bags are always a good idea too! that way people won’t be able to tell if you’ve put anything in there. i like to conceal in aisles without cameras most often, but if i have to body block sometimes i’ll put stuff up my sleeves first! another idea is to use a shopping bag from another store. this way people will think you’ve just already bought stuff! the target ones are my favorite since they’re opaque<3

onto the next section, #3: all about tags

de-tagging is definitely a more experienced lyfting practice but you can definitely start with rfids!!

rfids are gonna be the little metal wires in plastic, paper, or sticker tags. these are very common and you’ll see them at places like w4lmart or t4rget. these are easily removable by either cutting them off or disabling them with a magnet. you don’t NEED any tools while lyfting, but some of them can come in handy. if you do find yourself with a magnet, to disable rfids you just need to swipe your magnet against the tag. if you don’t have one, simply cut the metal wire in half. you can use scissors or nail clippers or cuticle nippers or whatever you might have!! if you can’t cut them, simply remove them and i personally stick the tag in the pocket of a really ugly item on clearance so that it hopefully goes unfound for a while!

hard tags! hard tags are any tag from the solid tags you find usually on clothes to spider tags you find on electronics or wire tags on jewelry at hot topic, etc. these all require tools to remove. some will require a magnet, others will require hooks, but it’s definitely worth looking into if you decide to branch out on your journey.

brief mention, #3.5: booster bags!

booster bags are small bags lined with many layers of foil to prevent signals from reaching the towers. just in case you didn’t know, towers are the tall sensors by the front door when you walk in! with a booster bag, you can put any kind of tagged item you want, zip it up, and walk out without beeping. you need many layers however!! the way to test if your bag works it by putting your cell phone in there and asking someone to call you. if the call goes through, there aren’t enough layers!! once the call doesn’t go through you’re set! this however is a more advanced trick so please be careful if you’re gonna try this!

lastly, #4 online “shopping”!

so you’ve heard of dn4ing or empty boxes, well lemme tell you what it all means! did not arrive is when you purchase an item, wait for it to arrive, and then message the carrier and tell them it never arrived. typically our goal here is to get a refund, but any times they wont be as easily persuaded and you’ll end up with a replacement instead. however it’s not impossible and many places are easier others. if you think you wanna try this, she!n or am4zon are a good place to start!! if she!n opens an investigation, it’s just a bluff, go with it!

empty box is another form of online lyfting, it’s when you tell the carrier that your item arrived with nothing in it. the process is similar to the first one, message the carrier etc. however just claim that it’s an empty box!

I HOPE ALL THESE TIPS HELPED PLS LET ME KNOW<333 LOVE YOU GUYS STAY HEALTHY AND TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES

[cellu-lightreading]

Pure Greed

It was all a coincidence really. Jamie's friends took him on a vacation, and a few drunken afternoons produced a flurry of content of him shirtless on his socials. He was twerking on the beach and eating all kinds of food. As he watched it back, he was a little embarrassed. The internet isn't usually kind to guys like him with double chins that eclipse their necks and waistlines wider than adults are tall. When he checked his phone and saw that his phone was blowing up, he was nervous that trolls had come to attack him. That's not what he found. 

Hundreds of likes materialized overnight with a comments section overflowing with support and love. Not exactly body positivity comments, more swarming sexual admirers. There were heart eyes and eggplants and peaches. They said they liked his soft gut and his giant dimpled ass. They were drooling over how much he could eat instead of criticizing all the junk he was stuffing in his mouth. 

At breakfast, Jamie decided to share the phenomenon on his post. No one could quite explain how these legions managed to find him of all people, but one friend had one idea of why they were so obsessed with him. 

"They're called feeders or encouragers." Brandon said "When they see a big fat guy not promising to lose weight, they're like moths to a flame. You filming yourself stuffing yourself is like porn to them."

"How do you know all of this?" Jamie asked. 

"'Cause they swarm the comments of all my favorite fitness influencers going on a dirty bulk in the winter. They go rabid watching a dude's abs melt away for a few months and then get disappointed and disappear in the spring when it's time to cut. Actually, this is a pretty good opportunity for you if you play your cards right. These guys will literally throw money at you just for being fat. Now that they've slashed your hours at work, you can probably string these guys along to keep the bills paid."

"I don't know how I feel about selling my body."

"You're not exactly doing porn. You don't even really have to get naked. All you have to do is be fat and get fatter."

"Get fatter? I just clocked in at 375 the other week! I can't afford to get bigger!"

"Considering we're the ones paying for your stay this weekend, I'd argue that you can't afford not to get bigger."

A few days after getting home, Jamie decided to give making content a try. He wasn't really sure what to do so he started with something basic every influencer did nowadays: a get ready with me video. He started the video from bed, letting the people see him heave his body out from under the covers. He slept shirtless normally so that might be something. He showed himself buttoning up his uniform shirt around his large frame and hoisting his pants around his thighs. He got a little self-conscious thinking about the ways his clothes tended to get stuck around his folds and how tight they looked in places. He pushed the thought away and started on breakfast. Normally, he didn't eat all that much for breakfast, at least not compared to his other meals. He didn't really get that hungry in the morning, preferring to keep things simple with some toaster waffles and bacon. He thought half the box of waffles was pretty moderate considering how small they were; there were only ten in the box to begin with. After licking up the syrup, Jamie ended the video with a wave and a smile hoping he was enticing enough. 

Jamie closed the app out and forgot about it. Work usually kept him very occupied, so there wasn't a lot of time to check his phone. It was only at the end of the day when he got a call from Brandon that he thought to open the app at all.

"I'm genuinely curious: you really call five waffles and half a pack of bacon a light breakfast?" he asked Jamie incredulously. 

"Yeah? I'm usually not quite full after that."

"Oh it's no wonder they're reacting well to this."

"How well?"

"Like two thousand likes plus a never ending stream of comments."

"No way!"

"Yeah and this comments section...honestly is pretty obscene. I definitely feel like some of these would make you uncomfortable, but still no fatphobic trolls so that's a win. People are definitely fans of you. They think you are the sexiest thing ever."

"I still can't believe this is a thing."

"It is absolutely a thing and it is happening to you. Lots of people hoping you'll keep making content, and you're already getting people offering to pay for you to eat stuff. I honestly feel like you should show them what you normally eat before you do all that."

"But I'm hurting now. The cash would be good to have now. You have no idea what I can do with that kind of money."

"I think I’m starting to." He said to himself. Then he asked, "Aren't you the same guy who was nervous about putting yourself out on the internet?"

"I am, but $40 is $40. I go through a lot of money in food and things like that. It would be pretty neat if I really could get a little help around here."

"Well, how does this sound? Take the offer, go have a good time. Don't deny yourself anything for the next month. Every time you want something, have it. You don't have to push yourself, just show off your normal life- and get it on film."

Jamie accepted the challenge. He took pictures and videos of every time he ate. Within the first week, Brandon was shocked to find out just how much food went towards keeping Jamie as big as he was. When he said breakfast was light, he wasn't kidding. He was ingesting thousands of calories just from the vending machine while he worked at his desk. One night he ate an entire party-size lasagna by himself and then remarked that "he still had a little space left, maybe dessert would finally top him off." He went to his freezer, grabbed a pint of ice cream he filled with all sorts of treats and toppings and ate it until he was licking the container. The scariest part to Brandon was that most of his videos felt like a confessional; no one was supposed to know all the eating he does, especially not the people in his real life- i.e. Brandon. Jamie was increasingly comfortable admitting to his new internet friends all of his favorite treats and tricks. That's how Brandon found out people put crushed Doritos on pizzas. 

By the time their little challenge was ending, Jamie was on camera complaining how his jeans were getting a little tight. When the two of them met up at a function for a mutual friend, the conversation quickly veered off toward their project.

"You know, I had a lot of fun following your advice in the last month. I don't know when was the last time I got to have so much fun guilt free."

"Really?" Brandon asked. He thought back to a video where Jamie went back to a restaurant after their friend group left to have a second round of food. "I'm glad you've got a new space to do that now."

"Yeah, and the fans are really getting into it. They've got all kinds of food suggestions and the money never stops pouring in. They've been really supportive.”

"Speaking of ‘supportive’, how to put this delicately, has it gotten any harder for some of the things around you to physically support you and your new hobby?"

"Is this your coded way of asking me if I gained weight?"

"Yeah, I'm trying not to be really rude about it in public."

"It's fine. But it has gotten a little harder to wear anything with buttons, nothing wants to close anymore. I've easily put on 15 pounds, maybe even a whole 20."

"20 pounds in a month is pretty fast."

"That's why I was so nervous to start this. My body is an expert at putting on weight."

"So I see. Do you think you'll cut back down to something a little more manageable or-"

"No, I don't think the fans will like that too tough. That's like the one thing that gets them really jumpy. Every time I bring up the word diet or cutting, the comments get flooded with messages about how beautiful I am at this size and begging me not to lose weight."

"And this doesn't concern you at all?"

"I mean at the end of the day, they are people on the internet and this is my body. I get the final say on decisions I make with my body. I can always just lose the weight, right?"

"But it doesn't bother you that people are begging you to get fatter?"

"Honestly, no." Jamie laughed. "Like it sounds weird, but I kind of enjoy it. I mean, look at me. With no extra effort on my part, I gained 20 pounds in a month. If I'm going to keep getting fatter, I might as well do it with people who appreciate me this way."

"If you say so. As long as you're okay with it."

"Yeah, it's fine. All this talking about the channel is making me hungry though and I know I smelled something good earlier. What do you say we check out the snack situation?"

Sooner than expected by all, Jamie was planning on celebrating his first gainer milestone- 400 pounds. Jamie was a little surprised at the number, but his reaction surprised himself more. For a while, the idea of reaching the 400s was enough to send him into a crash diet of nothing but carrots and celery for a couple of weeks until a strong craving hit him right when he was starving. His willpower would fall apart in dramatic style, and his weight would continue its upward trajectory. This time, Jamie accepted it. It was shocking to know he had reached it with so little effort on his part. He expected to reach the 400s in the holidays, not from an extra trip to the vending machine at work. In fact, he didn't feel that much bigger crossing over the line. 

While Jamie might not be excited, his followers were very excited to get the news. They begged to see him step on the scale and watch the magic number appear and sent some extra money to celebrate the accomplishment.. When Jamie saw how big the donations were, he knew he had to try to do something special.  He had exactly one idea, but it made him a little nervous.

"So to... celebrate 400 pounds, I thought I would treat you all to a little sneak peak behind the scenes of the real life behind the fat man. This stuff annoys me, but you all seem to love it so I think you'll have a fun time. These are 4 of my big fat problems." 

Jamie started off by showing his followers the pile of clothes he couldn't bring himself to get rid of. Every article of clothing in the pile was something he had destroyed just from being too fat. Shirts with the buttons popped off, belts where the buckle had been torn off, pants where his thighs had worn down the fabric from rubbing together all the time while he was walking and waddling everywhere, and everything where a seam ripped in defeat from holding back too much fat. More embarrassing than how he knew he was never going to fit back in those sizes, was how he had destroyed those clothes so no one else would ever get to wear them either. Trying to get them fixed would mean admitting that he had done all that damage to these clothes. To complete the exercise, Jamie put on an outfit from the bottom of the pile that looked smaller than he last remembered. The sweatpants were once the pants when he was too bloated to fit his normal clothes until his thighs made a heart shaped hole around the crotch. Years later, he could hardly get them around his legs. The fabric still felt delicate around the inside of his thighs, thin enough that he could practically feel the skin on tthe other leg through his pants. When he made the mistake of reaching for a shirt on the ground, the pants ripped apart all the way up to his ass. Jamie decided that was enough. 

Number 2 was in his dining room. Jamie had a set of chairs that used to be his favorites in the house. He keeps them hidden now because he had two of them collapse under his weight in one night in the middle of a party. He won't use any of them anymore to save himself the embarrassment of using a chair that doesn't match. It doesn't hurt that even if he wanted to sit in one now, the arms on the chair are so narrow that he wouldn't be able to fit his ass in between. Jamie knew his followers would want the painful proof, so he gently lowered his rear end into one. First came the pinch of the arms skewering his doughy flesh, but the more he tried to unload his body in the seat, the more the arms relented against his flesh until they snapped off. With the arms no longer in the way to help slow down the inevitable, all of Jamie’s body plopped in the chair. The chair immediately protested with a loud symphony of moans and creaks. Jamie thought he might be safe from the ultimate embarrassment. He breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back in the chair. Before Jamie could even process what was happening, the chair disintegrated into splinters underneath him. 

Number 3 was deceptively simple: tying his shoes. It took so much effort to do every morning that Jamie actively dreaded the idea that they would get undone during the day. With a large gut permanently sitting in the middle of his body, reaching all the way around to his feet was a challenge. Every day he would try in vain to reach over his belly to tug on his shoes. Getting it done often required contorting his body into ridiculous shapes to bring his leg closer. When he was done, it often left him breathless and tired enough that he considered slides for the rest of his life. 

The last segment of his video involved going jogging outside. In the early spring, the weather was a fairly mild temperature, but you wouldn't be able to tell from looking at Jamie. Jamie purposefully made it short- just one lap around his cul-de-sac.  There was no delusion that he would go far when this would already be one of his longest runs in years. He recorded how his tits and ass and belly all bounced around with every footfall. By the time he was back at his house, Jamie was wheezing and panting. His shirt was wet all over and his face was drenched in sweat. Just a few yards had the ability to completely destroy him. With that, Jamie decided that he had enough. 

Jamie posted and it was a runaway success. All around the clock, Jamie was getting comments online. They cheered him on and told him how beautiful they thought he was. They weren't afraid to tell him just how hot that video was to them. The more comments he read, the more assured he felt that he made the right decision. Why be ashamed of something that made everyone love him more? Maybe this was where he belonged all along. His followers tripled within two weeks. He promised his followers that he would eat whatever they paid for. Jamie tried to sweeten the pot for them too, "If you look back in the archive, you all can tell what kind of guy you're working with when I make promises like that. I eat all sorts of junk and stuff myself whenever I get a chance. I'm also probably not going to burn all of that exercising. If my last video didn't make it clear enough, cardio is not something that has a regular place in my life. So feel at ease, knowing your money is going to a very good cause." Jamie gave his stomach a couple of pats for the camera. 

Suddenly, money started coming in like a water hose. Money was coming into his account, gift cards were getting sent to his email, and presents were showing up at his door. Jamie had full-on supporters now. They were all in, engaging with him whenever he wanted to be there. If he was considering being lazy or having a little extra dessert, someone was always there within seconds to tell him to do it. If he wasn't sure about finishing his meal, there was always a little encouragement waiting for him in his messages. 

His new supporters also came with a bit more edge. They were more willing to speak their mind about the kinds of food he should be eating: fattier, more flavorful, more. They introduced him to shakes; they gave him new concoctions to try to actively help push a few more pounds onto his already very generous frame. It was a new step for him to take. All this time, he hadn't been trying to gain, the weight had found him from trying to have fun. This had all been an adventure in people enjoying who he already was. The last 25 pounds were already a big shock for him, what would happen if he really opened the floodgates and started actively gaining weight? What would people say?   

Nothing he hadn't heard before, something deep inside told him. It was scary to admit, but people had been comfortable saying all kinds of crazy things to him about his size for a long time. 400 might have been a new threshold of big, but he'd been fat enough to draw the ire of folks for hundreds of pounds now. The stares, the jokes, the dire warnings of health concerns, and the snide remarks were already fixtures in his regular life. No one would care if he put on a little more weight, they had already written him off as fat. The only person's opinion that matters is his own...and he was having fun. 

Jamie made a video taste testing some gainer shake recipes for the very first time. His mouth watered watching all these delicious ingredients get added to the blender. He chugged one after another before he came to the realization that each one of those glasses was the calorie equivalent of a full day's eating. "Maybe I overdid it," he admitted on camera.  The comments assured him he was on the right path. 

One evening a few months later, Jamie was meeting up with his friends to celebrate a birthday. He was trying to inhale the rest of the McDonald's he had picked up on the way in his car. When he heard a tap on his window, he was startled. Brandon was leering in. Jamie rolled down the window. 

"Jamie, are you actually eating in the parking lot of a restaurant that you're about to enter?"

Jamie looked to the pile of food on the passenger seat and accepted lying was not an option. "Yes."

"Oh my God." 

"Look, I know this isn't the best look, but I had to do something. My appetite has been growing a lot lately-"

"From the amount of stretching your stomach's been doing for the channel."

"-and I don't want to pig out at every meal that I have in public. I already eat more than everyone else, I don't need to keep adding fuel to the fire. You and I both know they really only tolerate all of this," Jamie jiggled his belly, "because we've been friends for such a long time."

"Yeah, but you've got to admit that this is getting out of hand. You've gained like a hundred pounds in the last year or so, and when you started this you were worried about how big you already were."

"But when I started this, I was also deeply insecure about the idea of even showing my body in public. Now I have people in my life who are genuinely excited about me doing the things I love the most and are happy to see me be me."

"I'm not sure this is you guiding you along. Feels a little more like the tail wagging the dog. "

"Brandon, you know my life better than anyone at this point. I want you to think back to my videos. Have you ever seen me this happy in my life?"

"No. I want to say I have, but I haven't."

"Exactly. Believe me when I tell you that I'm okay. I'm enjoying myself. I'm in control of the situation. I wouldn't still be doing this if I didn't like it."

"Okay, but I think you should know you're starting to get to the deep end of all this stuff. I'm not going to be able to help you so much as you keep growing."

Jamie didn't take that as a warning at the time. He was more than content to catch up on Brandon's life while he ate. He had dessert after dinner and a midnight snack. Jamie kept on, knocking back gainer shakes like it was water.  The only thing that gave him pause came while he was on the watch out to hit 500. Jamie went to his manager after his desk chair broke in a second place in one month. It had been a bit of a fight to get them to give him a big and tall chair in the first place back when he was cresting 300 and breaking it was not going to lead to a pleasant conversation. 

"Look, I understand that we live in a body positive society now and the company is really trying to work on being more inclusive, but this is too much. We can't keep doing this. It might be easier to swallow the fact that you are now too big for a big and tall chair if it wasn't clear to everyone that you're also spending more time eating in your work day than actually working. Every paper that crosses your desk leaves with crumbs and grease stains and your numbers are slipping to the point that you're now last in the division. It's time for you to go."

Suddenly, Jamie was back in a crisis all over again. This time, though, he already had a lifeline. Donations had reached a fever pitch in the past few weeks and it was only going to keep increasing. The only real problem was that Brandon wasn't going to be able to help him find a new avenue to expand his business. Jamie turned to his followers, telling them all of his woes with the hope a savior would emerge. 

He got another warning in his direct messages from another gainer. "Be careful what you wish for. The bigger you get, the more you're going to find people who are serious about this. The dark end of this community will drag you in if you're not prepared to handle it. There are guys who will keep pitching in with a meal or two, and guys who will take over your life." 

That was what we had in mind when he met with Tom. Tom was a slender man who wore a dark suit and a sly smile. Tom had watched his videos since the very beginning. The bigger he got, the more active he had become in the comments. 

"It's such a pleasure to get to meet you in person. I wish it was under different circumstances."

'Well these don't have to be sad either.”

“I didn’t say they were sad; I only wish they were different. I think every man of your… stature should be excited by the prospect of leaving your job to spend the rest of your days eating and having a good time.”

“Well I don’t know if it’ll be the rest of my days.”

“I can’t imagine after this little experiment you’ll be begging to be back working a 9 to 5.”

“I can’t imagine I’ll enjoy being unemployed.”

“It’ll help when you stop thinking of yourself as unemployed and more as a full-time content creator.”

“Right…what's the catch?”

A few months later, Jamie was living in the lap of luxury. Tom hired someone to come around every day to take care of chores and get him whatever food he wanted. (Tom had also hired him to ensure that food was now always within arms reach and Jamie did as little physical labor as possible.He would get a bonus ever time he could sneak in appetite stimulant or weight gain shakes into his diet) Jamie spent the first couple weeks just testing his new helper on the lengths they would go for his every craving. He never found something he wanted that wouldn’t show up for him in multiple greasy bags ready to be devoured. Catering pans filled with burritos or lasagna would show up whenever he wanted. 

Jamie was glad for the extra hands around the house because it meant he could devote all his time to his favorite hobbies. He could binge watch shows and play video games for days. The internet would graciously supply him with any kind of entertainment to keep his mind distracted while giant bags of chips disappeared into his maw. 

The best part, Jamie thought, was having Tom around. All the nagging voices of his coworkers were replaced with Tom’s. He would come over when he got a break or after work, usually toting a bag filled with Jamie’s favorite treats. While Jamie shamelessly licked his fingers and the bag for every morsel, Tom would whisper into his ears how sexy he found him. He would tell Jamie how proud he was every time he found fresh fat and stretch marks while he caressed his body. Whenever Jamie got nervous and embarrassed about outgrowing clothes, Tom would celebrate and order in the finest meals he could find. Tom had transformed unemployment into being the best thing that ever happened to him. 

Time slipped away and pounds piled on. The bubble of indulgence burst when Brandon paid Jamie a surprise visit. The helper opened the door slightly and Brandon barged in. 

“Jamie, I think there’s something you should- dear Lord! What the hell?” Brandon took in the full extent of Jamie’s new level of obesity. He would check in on videos occasionally, but months had passed since he last saw him in person.  “The camera really doesn’t do justice on how big you look.”

“That’s what Tim says too. He says I’ll waste away if I’m not careful.” Jamie let out a nervous chuckle that shook his bean bag sized belly. 

“Brandon, do you know how much Tim is keeping from you? Do you even know how much you weigh?”

“Well I got fired around 500 and we just did a milestone video not too long ago, so I figure I should be in the early 600s.”

“That milestone video was for 700 and that was six months ago.”

“Well time sort of gets away from you when you don’t have to be at work five days a week. But I’m making the best out of the situation. I’ve got great TV and these delicious snacks that honestly taste like butter and sugar.”

“It probably is just lard and sugar,” Jamie said. “And this isn’t raising any red flags for you? Aren’t you worried about fitting through doors anymore?”

“Not since we widened them all. I had a few incidents where I got stuck.”

“A few?”

“Well the first time, I thought it was a freak accident, but then it kept happening and each time it was harder for me to get out. There was one time Tim was going to grease me up to get me out the door with some butter, but I had already eaten it all during a feeding session.”

“And again, you’re okay with all this? A man just emerges from the internet and you let him feed you off a cliff?”

“Honestly, it didn’t take as much convincing as you might think. Tim has this belief that just some people were born to be fat and that’s it. That being fat is our role to play in the world. And like I probably could’ve gone into the job market and fought for another boring job I don’t even like just to make ends meet, but my other option was to be perfectly fine doing exactly what I want to do. I enjoy eating and lounging around all day and the more I do it, the bigger I get, the more money I make to spend on food and fun stuff. Outgrowing clothes, furniture, my car- it’s all just a part of my life at this size. It’s been a part of my life for years now, decades almost. And the price to pay- the stuff that my doctors used to say to scare me- I’ve made my peace with it. I’ve spent too much trying to be scared by it already. One more cake isn’t going to make the difference.”

“Give up, he’s already made up his mind.” Tim said, emerging without warning. “This is who he is now. He’s settled completely into a life of being fed and pampered. Now all he wants in life is to keep growing for me and his subscribers. That strong-willed guy you used to know is gone. He’s accepted life as a fat boy. .’

The doorbell rang. The caretaker opened the door and in came a man in a polo with a gigantic grease stained brown paper bag. The smell of all kinds of food filled the house. Jamie looked at Brandon who was licking his lips. Brandon couldn’t contain his excitement. Brandon said, stunned, “This is really your life now. This is what fills your life with happiness. Do you even have any of your mobility left?”

“Of course I do. Look, I’ll go fetch my mid-afternoon snack from the kitchen myself.”

“Snack?”

Brandon rocked back and forth, trying to get some momentum. For a brief second, he made it off the chair. Then the momentum switched directions. The weight of a family of four slammed into the sofa. The wooden frame underneath let out a scream before the whole left side broke into pieces. 

“Are you okay?” Tim yelled out. 

“Let me help you back up.” Jamie stretched out his hands. 

“No, I can get up by myself.” Brandon tried the trick again. He rocked back and forth and hauled himself up with a mighty groan. Breathlessly, he said, “I told you I could do it.”  

Brandon waddled slowly towards the kitchen. Every thunderous step shook the house, rattling anything not nailed down. It was hypnotizing watching the dimpled folds of his body pillow-sized thighs brush past each other. His gut swung like a pendulum back and forth out of the bottom of his shirt. Every movement made his shirt slide further up his belly until it was blocked by his chest. The sound of his panting was hard to ignore as it grew louder. It didn’t seem like a long distance from the sofa to the kitchen counter, but when Brandon got there, it was like he had completed a marathon. Everyone was stunned by the sight, except for Brandon. 

“All of this is for me, right?” Brandon said, catching his breath, “I’ve been hungry since I finished my second round of lunch an hour ago.”  Brandon tore apart the bag and stuffed a fistful of seasoned fries into his mouth while he rifled through the containers. 

#gainer story #gainer fiction #gay gainer #wg story #bhm #encourager #glorifying obesity #death feederism

[hlficlibrary]

✤ Neighbors Fics✤

A series of posts with the top five fics of each category by kudos plus five more hidden gems from that category! Remember to leave kudos and a comment on the fics you enjoyed to show your appreciation! You can find our other recs here.

- Top 5 H/L Fics -

1️⃣ In Dreams by dolce_piccante / @haydolce [M, 23k]

AU. When Harry moves to a new city, his new flat come with a number of sweet, anonymous gifts and surprises that brighten his days. Could it be a friendly ghost? Another friendly presence in his new building is his tattooed neighbor, Louis, who seems determined to put a smile back on his face.

2️⃣ I Didn't Fall For You (You Fucking Tripped Me) by @allwaswell16 [E, 20k]

These days Louis tends to steer clear of dating alphas. He’s dated too many knotheads in his time, and he’s ready to just focus on school and his friends and his pet monitor lizard, of course.

Too bad the alpha next door won’t take a hint and stop using the worst pick up lines of all time on him. He’s really got to stop laughing with him--and talking to him and walking to class with him and letting him bring him coffee and tea and gifts for his lizard and watching Netflix together and...

3️⃣ happiness comes in on tiptoe by scagnetism [NR, 9k]

There is a supermodel standing at Louis’ door. He suddenly feels extremely insecure about his unwashed hair and clothes that have seen better days. He’s sure his mouth has fallen open, but there is a supermodel standing on his doorstep.

Or, the AU where Louis is new to the neighborhood and Harry is the angel living next door.

4️⃣ That's How I Know by @allwaswell16 [E, 19k]

Louis Tomlinson has just landed his dream job, coaching soccer at Augustus University. When he moves into a new house near campus, he meets his very fit new neighbor, English professor Harry Styles. Although their first meeting leads to an instant mutual dislike, the more Harry gets to know Louis, the more he likes what he sees.

Or the one where Harry’s African grey parrot spills his dirty secrets to his very hot neighbor.

5️⃣ please don't be in love with someone else by wildestdreams / @butyouneverdo [E, 18k]

Harry ran after Niall, out the door, pausing at the doorway, realizing he was only in his boxer briefs and yelled out, “Niall! You forgot your lunch.”

Just as Niall paused from all the way down the hall, the door opposite theirs opened and the hottest boy Harry had ever seen walked out, eyes widening when he spotted a half naked Harry.

Harry was so fixated upon the boy across from him, who was staring right back with his mouth now hanging open, he’d missed it when Niall bounded back towards him and grabbed the lunch before popping a kiss on his cheek and leaving again. The kiss snapped Harry out of his daze and he let out a breathy laugh as the pretty boy walked out furthermore, closing his door behind him. He gave Harry a small smile back, raising his eyebrows in amusement while looking down past Harry’s waist and then back up.

or The one where Harry and Louis are neighbors and there's a lot of overthinking, misunderstandings, Backstreet Boys sing alongs, embarrassing moments in the hallway, and pining. They somehow still make it work.

- HIDDEN GEMS -

💎 deFENCEless by solvetheminourdreams / @cursethedaylight [T, 27k]

"I moved here first," Louis says with finality, crossing his arms over his chest.

Harry shoots him an unimpressed look before leaning forward, leaving only a tiny gap between them.

"Then get the fence first," he whispers, lips a mere inch or two away from Louis'.

When Louis butts heads with his new neighbor who loves to garden a little too much, all he can do to protect his yard (and heart), is keep on building up his fence(s).

💎 Cut to The Feeling by ishiplouis / @pocketsunshineharry [E, 16k]

Louis has just moved into his new apartment in the fancy Royal Borough of Kensington and Chelsea in London. All was well until he notices that his neighbour rarely closes the curtains which makes for an unlikely friendship to form.

Or AU where Louis is a ghostwriter working from home, and Harry is his firefighter neighbour who happens to have the cutest dog on Earth.

💎 a garden in bloom by momentofclarity / @gaycousinlarry [G, 10k]

Louis used to live the quiet sweet life of a small business owner in the English countryside.

Then Harry Styles came along.

💎 Through the Wall (Through the Wall) by @taggiecb [M, 5k]

"We live in adjacent apartment and one day I accidentally knocked a hole in the wall and into your living room. I'm really sorry oh my God you're naked" AU 

💎 Love Mail by @neondiamond [G, 5k]

A week after moving into a new apartment complex, Harry discovers the mailman doesn’t seem to know the difference between numbers 23 and 28. He’s not too mad about it when he finds out just how handsome his neighbour from apartment 28 really is.

Or the one where Harry and Louis keep mistakingly receiving each other’s mail (and also fall in love).

#hlcreators #hlsource #hljournal #trackinghome #tracksintheam #trackinghappily #yourlarrysource #1dsource #1dficvillage #ficrec #neighbors #neondiamond #taggiecb #momentofclarity #ishiplouis #wildestdreams #allwaswell16 #scagnetism #dolcepiccante #hltracks #ficsfor4am #solvetheminourdreams

[jinmukangwrites]

wounds that remember

Just a little something I thought of while replaying Survivor.

Ao3

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Cal was no stranger to lightsaber wounds, considering the amount of times he'd gone up against them. The thing with lightsaber wounds was that they burned. They sliced through skin and tissue like a hot knife through butter, only the flesh and tissue didn't simply melt, it boiled and blistered and immediately cauterized grotesquely in a way that not even Bacta would fully stop a permanent scar from forming.

Even the slightest nick, the barest slice, could send agony through every single nerve ending and consume all other thoughts.

Cal was no stranger to lightsaber wounds, but he'd gotten lucky that most of those wounds were just skims, breaths of a magma-hot blade past skin and through clothing. Even those brushes with the weapons could leave blistered burns for weeks to come with the near constant risk of infection and the added cherry on top of knowing what your own cooked skin and hair smelled like.

He was lucky, until he wasn't.

Cal still didn't know how to feel about the scar on his left side, near his ribs, just besides his navel. Sometimes, like the scars on his face or the countless ones along his arms and back, he forgot about it. Though, the months after waking up in the Mantis, half drowned and recently skewered, he thought about it a lot. Terror had been the first emotion he felt every time he looked down at the festering wound to change the bacta patches. Terror at being stabbed in the first place, but also terror at the monster who had stabbed him. Exasperation would come next, a desperate attempt to calm himself down with a little bit of humor, by silently grumbling that Darth Vader just had to stab Cal with Cal's saber, like he didn't deserve to be stabbed with his own. Morbid resignation would settle next, Vader hadn't only stabbed Cal with his lightsaber, but he had also simply used the Force to do so.

And then Cal would put on a new patch, pull down his shirt, throw on a poncho, and force himself to not think about it, even when the lingering pain never seemed to leave him.

It probably was the worst wound he'd ever suffered, but considering Cal's path in life, he wouldn't be surprised if the Force planned harsher wounds for the future. Two Inquisitors, a rogue Jedi, and a Sith Lord all in the span of a few standard weeks didn't bode well. Honestly he felt he should feel a little prideful that it took an actual Sith to finally stab him with one of the things rather than just graze him.

A few months later, the wound had fully healed into a puckered scar that could almost be mistaken for a blaster scar. He barely thought about it.

In fact, right now, scars and Sith Lords and escaping Nur by the skin of his teeth was the last thing on his mind. Not as he was currently just managing to jump out of the way of a charging bounty hunter.

Seriously, the Mantis had just stopped for a resupply on some backwater forest moon. The local city didn't even have a landing pad, that's how backwater it was. They had to land outside the city in the first clearing they found that was large enough to fit the Mantis. But Cere insisted they had fuel and food to sell. So while Cere and Greez went off to do magic with credits, Merrin, Cal, and Bd-1 took to exploring the surrounding forest, looking at the scenery, jumping out of the way of a suddenly charging bounty hunter. The usual.

How the bounty hunter had managed to track Cal down so quickly was beyond Cal. Those pucks were annoyingly accurate, and bounty hunters were annoyingly persistent. Cal whipped out his lightsaber and Merrin called upon her green fire as the bounty hunter came to a screeching stop, their jetpack whirring with the reek of burning fuel.

Merrin, however, flinched and spun around just in time to dodge the blaster fire of a second bounty hunter, both were recognizably members of the Haxion Brood. Cal silently groaned to himself. These guys didn't know when to quit.

Naturally, Merrin went into the forest after the one with the rifle while Cal took on the one with the jetpack. The bounty hunter called a taunt at Cal, lifting her blaster to try and shoot Cal. Cal responded by raising his saber just as the blaster bolt fired, reflecting it back at her.

And the dance continued.

Fighting these guys one on one was no longer a challenge, if Merrin wasn't here he'd be more worried, but she was, and that practically sealed the deal on their victory.

After blocking a series of blaster fire, the hunter landed on her own two feet to avoid overheating her jets. Seeing the opportunity, Cal charged forward. She ducked away from his swinging strike, her hand going to her belt and pulling out a small, circular device.

Cal cursed silently, jumping out of the way as she threw the detonator. From where he used to stand, a flash erupted, and a bang, a puff of sparks and smoke that had him losing visibility on his opponent for just a moment.

The whirl of jets firing met his ears, and before the smoke could clear the bounty hunter launched herself through the black vapor directly toward him.

Cal barely had enough time to gasp, let alone jump out of the way, before she slammed into him. The force of the blow squeezed the breath from his body. He grunted, arms instinctively going to her plates of armor as her momentum didn't hault. His boots rip from the ground, and his stomach rolled as they both lifted chaotically into the air. Blinking spots from his eyes, he swung his saber down. Her hand shot up, a snarl leaving her lips from beneath her helmet, and grabbed him around the wrist.

Then, pain blossomed through his back and his skull as they crashed into a tree. He screamed through his teeth, pressure squeezing the life out of him as her jets continued to fire, continuing to press her against him and him against the unmoving tree. He struggled against her hold, finding the second switch of his saber and erupting the second blade.

It cut through her immediately, striking down through her shoulder and out her hip. Her body shuddered as life left her, her corpse losing all control over the jets and sliding off of him.

Gravity took hold immediately. Cal barely had time to suck in a breath and turn off his blades before he began to fall. He flailed, trying to reach for anything to catch him, but nothing, not even a branch, revealed itself within hand's reach.

He landed in a heap on the forest floor, his breath getting knocked out of him a second time as he landed stomach down. BD-1 chirped worriedly as Cal took too many seconds to regain his bearings. Just the thought of moving felt daunting. He forced his elbows under him anyways, gritting his teeth and desperately trying to take stock of his condition. His spine protested, as did the back of his head, both a result from slamming into the tree. However, his ribs, knees, and hands stung from the ungraceful landing, his vision swimming.

And the second he moved his torso, he felt fire.

The pain was so shocking, so unexpected, that he cried out, a hand flying to his side to clutch at the sudden pain. His stomach clenched and spasmed, and he found himself curled into himself without even realizing it, squeezing his eyes and clenching his jaw.

Had she gotten a lucky hit on him? His fingers convulsed over the pain, finding no holes in the fabric of his poncho or shirt underneath. It took him a solid minute of hissing his breaths through his teeth to get his eyes open long enough to look at the agonizing damage.

And he found nothing.

Confusion swept through him. His side pulsed like he was burning from the inside out, but there was nothing visual to show for it.

BD-1 gave a string of binary, asking if he needed a STIM, but Cal couldn't find the words to say yes or no. He could only force himself up from his curled up position on the ground so he could slump against a tree. He needed to see what's wrong before deciding if a STIM would be helpful. Before he could even think of trying to untuck his shirt, the agony intensified for a moment, forcing his head back with a groan.

The whooshing sound of Magick announced Merrin's arrival. Her opponent clearly had been dealt with, and he almost slumped in relief.

"What's the matter," She asked, worry pinching her brow as she knelt down beside Cal. BD-1 answered with a few worried boops. She looked at where Cal clutched his hand over his side, then gently got to work.

"I don't know what it is," he gasped. The pain swirled within him, sharp and bright, with every movement.

"Breathe, Cal," she said, her hands poking at his side and batting his hands away.

It took monumental effort to keep his hands away, instead bringing them to his sides to clutch at the ground.

She eventually had his shirt lifted to see... nothing. No wound, no blood... nothing.

Merrin looked up at him, eyes worried. "Where is the pain?"

Cal looked down at his bare stomach, forcing his lungs to work as the fire burned within him. His eyes caught on that small, puckered scar, and he froze.

Suddenly, the pain was recognizable. It simmered, deeply and agonizing, and if he closed his eyes he could almost imagine himself back at the Fortress Inquisitorius... laying on his side as Darth Vader plunged his lightsaber through his side.

After the recognition came clarity.

And the pain began to settle.

"I-" he gasped, bringing his hand down to run his thumb over the smarting scar. The more he breathed, the more he thought about it, the more his adrenaline settled... the more the agony began to dull, leaving behind the very real aches and pains from the recent battle. "I think it was in my head," he finished with a whisper. Or maybe it wasn't, he didn't know.

"In your head...?" Merrin asked, tone deep and an eyebrow raised.

"Just... give me a moment."

Merrin gave him a visibly baffled look, but he ignored it in favor of closing his eyes and beginning a breathing exercise he had been taught ages ago as a youngling; being psychometric during a war did things to anxiety levels.

It took a few minutes, but soon every pain on his body became grounded in reality. There was no trace of the burning, pulsing agony in his side. When he opened his eyes, there was nothing but the scar, and the terror, exasperation, morbid recognition. He thought back to his time on Bracca, for a moment. He'd met many other scrappers there, some who had seen worse times than him. He remembered, in particular, an older gentleman who had scars all along his body from some horrific accident while scraping. He was constantly grumpy, practically barked at you if you accidentally bumped into him, and on the worst of the thundering days on Bracca, you could see his hands shake.

When Cal asked what was wrong with him, Prauf had explained that wounds remembered. Even though he was healed now, the pain sometimes liked to rudely remind of their existence from time to time, particularly during harsh storms.

Cal doubted that was fully the case for himself, but he couldn't think of any other reason why this wound would hurt so badly right out of nowhere. Perhaps it was getting plowed into the stomach and lifted into the air, maybe it was the drop, or maybe it was just the adrenaline.

He took a final, deep breath, pushing the strange experience out of his mind.

"I'm good," he said, finally.

Merrin looked unimpressed. "Am I going to get an explanation?"

He brought one hand to the back of his head, laughing weakly as he slowly hefted himself to his feet. "I don't think I have one. I think... the lightsaber wound was just acting up. Or my brain thought it was. I don't know." He gave a helpless shrug.

She frowned, but joined him standing while BD-1 climbed up his leg and settled on his shoulder.

"Will this... acting up happen again?"

Cal stretched his shoulders, wincing as it pulled on his smarting spine. "Kinda hoping that was a one time thing."

It wasn't.

It happened many times more over the years. Most of the time it would be after taking some trauma to his torso, but sometimes it would flare for no reason at all. He found, at one particular outing to a constantly thunderous planet, that the pain lingered with no fading until he got out of there.

He never got used to it, just got better at recognizing it and breathing, fighting, through it. His wound remembered, always reminding him that an evil like Darth Vader, like the Empire itself, was out there and that he wasn't invincible.

He wouldn't let it stop him, though. It didn't make him weak, even if sometimes it had him finding the nearest, safest place to curl up and sob into his arm. If it wanted to remind him constantly of his own fear and mortality, then he'd let it.

Because it also reminded him that he survived.

Someday, Cal will meet Darth Vader again, he will cross blades, and next time, the monster won't get another hit like that on Cal. The scar, and the pain, may remain, but the Empire wouldn't.

Not if Cal had anything to say about it.

#cal kestis #nightsister merrin #star wars jedi fallen order #jedi fallen order #star wars jedi survivor #jedi survivor #jin writes #fanfiction

[noirvette]

WE NEVER EXISTED

[band smau]

[NINETEEN]

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Note: another longish chapter... hopefully this makes up for the lack of an update recently..

You and Kyle were working in relative silence, cleaning your house. You connected your music to the speakers so there was music at the least in the background but you two haven't spoken to each other since Kyle mentioned the band was on their way.

It hadn't been long that you stayed in this depressive mood, having only been a day and a half, but you sure managed to accumulate a mess. Mainly empty bottles of various drinks, alcoholic and non littered your room and living room. Doordashed food lay in your kitchen, no dishes in the sink besides utensils. Ice cream containers lay riddled in your trashcan. A few things you had torn in fits of anger laid scattered about.

The only thing that really had to go in your opinion, was the rest of Kenny's things he had over here and he had.. A lot. Most of Kenny's personal belongings were actually over here, considering he spent most of his days when he wasn't working over at your place. Butters didn't mind actually and somewhat preferred to how in and out Kenny was, gave Butters more freedom than a regular roommate.

Kenny.. before all of this happened you were.. planning on asking if he wanted to move in with you. You had been dating for a while and it seemed right, but now you're glad you didn't.

Kyle had graciously done most of the pick up, besides you doing your room. The only other thing you had to do was go through all of Kenny's old shit.

'Les' by Childish Gambino played softly in the background and you couldn't help the snort that left you. How ironic. You continued boxing up Kenny's clothes and other various items he had left in your room before you heard a voice coming from the living room and you focused on the voice.

"Fuck you. Can I have this dance," Kyle sings along, "Baby you're the baddest... baby you're the baddest girll."

You stood up, surprised at Kyle singing along to Childish Gambino of all people and slowly walked to your living room, where you stood and watched him bop along to the song as he picked up the trash laying in the living room.

"Ooh girl, I wanna know, are you ready to cry? Cause I'm no good.. no good. Ooh, girl I wanna tryy, I'm an awful guy..."

You couldn't believe your eyes nor your ears.. Kyle Broflovski.. singing in your living room as he helps you clean up. What a surprise. And to Childish Gambino no less, that's what shocked you the most.

"And I'm always away.. And I'm tryna say.. I'm a piece o- OH JESUS" Kyle turns and sees you standing there, he drops the garbage bag and bends over, hands on his knees.

You giggle and start clapping your hands, "That was a wonderful performance, you don't sing often enough, I forgot how nice your voice is."

"God this is embarrassing. How could you just stand there." Kyle huffs out, slowly standing back up.

You scoff, "I just did! I heard you from my room mister, have you been singing this entire time?"

Kyle looks away in embarrassment and you take that as a 'yes' and start laughing. Kyle joins in and the two of you couldn't stop the laughter tumbling out

The song quiets down and changes and soon 'Trance' starts playing next. You let out an noise of excitement, "OH I LOVE THIS SONG".

You run to the speaker and turn it up. Kyle crosses his arms, watching in amusement at your sudden behavior.

"DID YOU FORGETTT DO IT FOR LIFE CHICAGO THAT TIMEEE" You sang loudly.

You danced around moving to the beat being careful to avoid anything that lingered on your floor, "WONDERFUL VIBE WONDERFUL NIGHTT".

You turn to look at Kyle, hope and anticipation in your eyes and posture and he sighs before joining in, "We pulled out the feathers for this type of weather."

"YEAHHHH." You loudly exclaim, you run to him and grab his hands, jumping around to the beat and he stumbles, looking a lot like a fish out of water.

"SHE PUT IN MY HAND DONT KNOW WHAT IT WAS"

"She know some of the fam, but don't know enough." Kyle joins in.

Kyle finds your erratic tempo and joins in with your jumping around, managing to keep ahold of your hands.

Both of you sing along loudly, "Takin these M's they givin us, then run in the field like it's ten of us, I'm cleaning shout like an enema, I make that shit look like a cinema."

The both of you start giggling as you continue dancing around your living room.

"I PARTY AT SHABBA IN NEW YORK AND LA WHERE THEY KEEP GOIN ON TILL THE DAWN." Kyle raps along to Young Thug's part and you laugh loudly at how dorky he sounds.

He laughs along with you before laughing his way through the current lyric going, "I BACKED OUT OF THE KNOT SHE TRIED TO TAAAANGLEE UP."

You both dance around each other, having stopped holding hands, "IM IN A TRANCE ITS GIVIN HER.." Kyle starts.

You continue, "I MOVE SO FAR IN TIME! I MOVE SO FAR IN TIME!"

The both of you scream out, "I'VE BEEN.. I'VE BEEN WHIPPED UP IN WHIP.. WITH MY FIST UP.. IN DRIVE!"

The two of your collapse on your couch in a fit of laughter. You were out of breath, tired from the jumping around, singing, and laughter. Taking a quick peek up at Kyle lets you know he was in the same boat as you.

As the song lulls and quiets down, so does the laughter between the two and as you both finally get the last giggles out, Beabadoobee's 'Cologne' starts up next.

Letting the song start, the two of you catch your breath. Kyle lets out a sigh with a smile, "Guess we better get back into cleaning huh?"

You slouch some more into the couch, "Booo.. I don't want to clean this up anymore, besides digging through Kenny's stuff brings back memories for me.."

Kyle looks over at you, "I can always do that for you instead you know? Give you a break from that."

You wave your hand to dismiss his idea, "Yeah but you don't know what his stuff is and what mine is."

"Uhm... then you can.. sit and just say if it's Kenny's as I sort?"

You sit back up, "It's all good Kyle, that would take a lot longer besides, you're doing so much for me out here I couldn't ask of you to do that while I essentially slack off."

"Alright well, if you do want a break from him, just come find me I'll be out here." Kyle groans out, standing up and cracking his back.

You give him a small nod and just as you were about to get up, a knock at your door is heard and the both of you look over at the door, "Oh!" Kyle exclaims, "I'll get it, the rest of the band are probably here now."

"Sounds good, I'll get drinks then in the mean time," You get up and head over towards the kitchen while Kyle heads to your front door.

Kyle opens the door, "Dude! What took you so long to ge..." he trails off.

In front of him stood Kenny McCormick.

Kenny had about three different emotions that flashed across his face, first was shock at seeing Kyle, then confusion, and then, anger.

"The fuck? What are you doing here?"

Kyle takes a quick glance into your place and seeing that you didn't take a look at who's at the door tells him that you didn't hear it was Kenny, so he steps out and shuts the door behind him, "I should be asking you that, Kenny."

"Right, you should be asking me that," Kenny scoffs and rolls his eyes, "Dude why the fuck are you at my girlfriends place right now?"

"Ex. Girlfriend Kenny, and you know why. Okay, pause.. first off. Don't get threatened by me here. You're only feeling threatened because your fragile masculinity is taking over your tiny sized brain. You're only getting mad at me now because you aren't in an active relationship with Y/n anymore and the idea of her hanging around guys pisses you off because she isn't tied down to you. Which, a, I'm not tryna be a rebound, I'm trying to be a good friend." Kyle spat.

Kenny stood in silence at Kyle's words for a second, before punching him across the face, "How's that for fragile masculinity you fucking girlfriend snatcher. You're a piece of shit Kyle. You're only helping her out because you think you can get your dick wet now."

Kyle clutches the side of his face, "What the FUCK? Kenny what is your god damn problem?"

"My problem? MY PROBLEM? Oh my problem Kyle Broflovski is that you've loved Y/n L/n for let me count here," Kenny counts on his hand for emphasis, "One.. two.. three. four.. FIVE years. Five FUCKING years. And? And! CONVENIENTLY after we... sure. sure break up YOU'RE AT HER APARTMENT?"

Kyle stands up fully, pushing Kenny away from your apartment door, "Get the fuck out of here Kenny. You're not wanted."

"I'M NOT WANTED? GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY GIRLFRIEND YOU SON OF A BITCH."

Kenny tries to swing again and Kyle dodges it, grabbing Kenny's arm and pushing him against the wall, leaning in closer to Kenny's ear he whispers, "Kenneth. I'm being generous by letting you be so close to her as of right now. Go. You leave her alone. She's gone through enough shit recently because of the stupid, idiotic, and beyond disgusting actions that you've done. You want to come for me about getting my dick wet? When you cheated on your girl? News fucking flash, I'm not using Y/n in any capacity. She's a friend in need so get that through your sick and fucked up mind, Kenneth. Your shit will be hand delivered by me. You do not get to come anywhere near her. I will make sure that you're banned at any future shows and I will make sure you NEVER. hurt her again, are we clear?"

Kenny groans, "Fuck you, you bi-"

Kyle pushes him further, "Are we. Clear."

Kenny stays silent for a while and then he whispers, "Yes... yes we're clear jesus fuck."

Kyle lets Kenny go and Kenny backs away from the wall and Kyle, rubbing his wrists and arms. Kyle stares down at Kenny with a harsh glare, cheek slightly bruising due to Kenny's punch.

Kenny stares up at Kyle, "Just.. if you do get with her.. treat her right." Kenny then turns on his heel and walks down the hallway, Kyle watching him, eyebrows furrowed.

Kyle turns back to your apartment and opens the door, you're standing in the middle of the hallway, staring at the door and he freezes, wondering how much you managed to hear.

"Is..is he gone?" You ask tentatively.

Kyle gulps nervously, "Y..yeah he's gone."

You let out a sigh of relief and throw your arms around Kyle, "Thank god.. thank you."

"M..me?" Kyle stutters out, "For what?"

"For getting him out of here. I hear the slam against the wall and assumed something was happening and then I heard you say his name and I just froze here."

"What.. what did you all hear?"

"I tuned out the minute you said Kenneth the first time.. I think.. I heard the.. something about you delivering all of Kenny's stuff for me and that he's banned from our shows." It was then that you noticed the darkening bruise on Kyle's cheek and you gasped, "Oh my god he punched you? That fucking dick.. Kyle come on let's get that taken care of."

Kyle tried to wave you off but you dragged him away to your bathroom, "It's not a big deal."

"It's a big deal because you only got hurt because of me.. essentially. Thank you by the way if you weren't here.. who knows how this could've gone." You force Kyle to sit on the toilet seat as you grabbed numbing cream and a bandaid after washing your hands.

"This may be cold." You said, as you rubbed the numbing cream gently into his skin, however the spot is tender so Kyle still hisses in pain. "Sorry.." You whisper.

"It's fine."

You finish up and clean your hands and Kyle checks his phone and lets out an airy laugh and you turn to look over, "What is it?"

"The others just got here. Uhh..Clyde sent a pic of Kenny leaving in the group chat and captioned it with, 'Who let the unleashed attack dog in?'"

You couldn't help but let out a laugh of your own, "Let's just go see them."

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#we never existed series #south park x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #kenny mccormick x reader

[harlowcomehome]

Hazel and Jade spending the weekend with their Grandparents ?

“Grandmas house.”

You honestly couldn’t remember the last time you and your husband had a date night, let alone a whole weekend to yourselves. Ever since having Jade it was always the four of you. Neither one of you had anything to complain about, you loved spending time together as a family but at the same time you craved that intimate quality time with each other.

You had spoken to your amazing in laws about Hazel and Jade having a sleepover at their house for the weekend. Of course they said yes, Hazel and Jade were their only grandkids at the moment so they were especially eager. The girls loved hanging out with their grandparents so they were equally as excited.

You helped Hazel and Jade pack one big bag to take, Jade kept putting toys and stuffed animals inside it. “Jade, grandma and grandpa have toys for us!” She reached in the bag and took some out, causing your tired toddler to cry.

Jack walked in the room and picked Jade up immediately so you two could finish packing. “You’re okay Jade, you’re alright” he bounced her on his hip and rubbed her back. “Hwazel mean” she mumbled between sniffles. “Baby bug, she wasn’t trying to be mean. She was trying to help” Jack continued to bounce Jade who just wasn’t having it as she kept crying.

“I’m sorry I made you cry” Hazel mumbled as she walked over to her dad and sister, Jack bending down so she could give Jade a kiss on the cheek. You smiled at her, appreciative of her acknowledging Jade’s feelings.

Once Jade calmed down a little, Jack walked over to the girls closet and pulled out a small child’s backpack that Jade had, he set Jade down and handed it to her. “Pack whatever fits in here, so a stuffed animal and a doll maybe? But that’s it because grandma and grandpa have toys for you to play with.” Jade nodded and looked for stuff to pack.

“Thanks daddy” Hazel sighed, Jade stressed her out sometimes, it was just the age difference. You smiled at the interaction “I think that’s all we need right Hazey?” You asked and she nodded “got clothes, got jammies, got swimsuits, got sockies and undies, got toothbrush and toothpaste…” she paused “that’s it right?”

Jack laughed “sounds good to me, grandma and grandpa got stuff for you when you stay there so if you forgot anything I’m sure they have it.” Hazel nodded as she zipped up the bag “daddy, can you carry it? It’s heavy.” Jack smiled “yeah I’ll go put it in the car.”

You walked over to Jade and helped her pick out a doll to take, she was struggling to make a decision. “Are you taking your unicorn?” Jade nodded.

“Alright baby bug, let’s go then” you zipped the backpack and put it on Jades back for now, grabbing her little hand and meeting your husband and Hazel in the living room. “Ready?” Jack asked and you handed him Jades hand “one second” you ran into the kitchen and got a few bags of teddy grahams, Jade followed you and you handed her a bag as she happily followed you and the rest of the family out the door.

Hazel got in the car by herself and you helped Jade buckle up. Jack counted the bags in the trunk making sure he remembered everything before shutting it.

“Are you two excited to spend the weekend with grandma and grandpa?” You asked as you got into the passenger seat. Hazel and Jade both nodded excitedly “grandma said they got lots of plans for us” Hazel giggled and you looked over at Jack who was peering at you from the side of his sunglasses. “She said she got some stuff for them to paint and that they were going to go s-w-i-m” he spelled it out so Jade wouldn’t get overly excited which always made you laugh.

Jade was munching on her snack, half asleep already.

The drive was only twenty minutes, and when you arrived Jacks mom and dad were already waiting for you outside. Hazel waited for the car to come to a complete stop before unbuckling and Jack opened her door quickly so she could run to her grandparents. Jade was still asleep, you unbuckled her and carried her over to them. “Poor girl is exhausted” Maggie laughed and you nodded, walking inside as your husband got the bag.

“Thank you for this” you smiled and your mother in law shook her head “you don’t have to thank us for spending time with our grand babies.” You smiled and Jade stirred a little in your arms, finally realizing where she was. “Grandpa!” She reached for him and he took her from you.

Jack came in and set the bag down giving his mom and dad a hug. You all sat and talked for a moment before Jack stood up “well we better get going” you nodded and the both of you gave your girls a hug and kiss goodbye.

When you were leaving Hazel and Jade were already sitting at the table with their grandparents getting ready to paint some princess figurines, you both smiled knowing they were in good hands.

As you walked out and got back into the car Jack smirked at you, “what?” You asked clearly confused as to what he was on the verge of giggling about.

“Baby number three?” He teased and you looked at him like he was insane, which after all you’ve been through with your last pregnancy was valid.

“Harlow, you must be out of your damn mind” you laughed as you put your seatbelt on.

Jack just smirked “can’t blame a guy for trying” he said with a shrug as he started the car.

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow fanfic #dad!jack #I’m not online this was scheduled 👀

[ghostflowerdreams]

The Lost Boys are a bunch of hoarders. I can see each of them having a massive collection of things from over the years and from their victims.

If they see something they like they will take it. For example if their latest victim has a nice leather jacket that looks like it'll fit them, well, it's theirs now because it never hurts to have a spare -- or twenty more. It's the same thing with jewelry and any cash in wallets.

That's not to say they'll keep everything. What they don't want will most likely be pawned off. Some things they like and actively collect while other things they will get because of necessity like candles. Vampires have better eyesight in the night than normal humans, but that doesn't mean they can see in total darkness. This is most likely why they had all those candles lit in the cave.

The cash taken from their victims isn't only used for food, but towards candles, batteries, gasoline, and other things that aren't easily found on their victims or on the boardwalk.

Most of the time they steal shit. They don't even need to use their hypnosis-compel ability or illusions to get want they want. Though I can definitely see them doing things the old fashion way just for the fun of the challenge it brings. Other times they avoid stealing if it'll be something that draws too much attention after a while. After all, the more often something goes missing the easier it is for unwanted eyes (like vampire hunters) to catch on and make the connection.

Would they even need to worry about being caught on camera or video? One of the points in the film was that vampires don't have reflection in mirrors. We saw this with Michael's reflection being transparent because he was only half-turned, but what if that wasn't the norm anymore (as it could've just been an old mirror)?

Vampires traditionally couldn't be captured in mirrors because they were made with silver, and thus old timey cameras which used silver nitrate plates also couldn't capture the vampire's image. However, modern mirrors are made with aluminum and advances in technology has made it so film/(digital) cameras can do a lot, even capture vampires just fine, well, that's the theory anyway.

I suppose it'll be up to the fans and writers to decide if the boys can be capture or not. Will they be invisible no matter what? Or did that vampirism aspect only apply in the past (because silver was used and is typically a weakness for most monsters), but they can now be caught on cameras? If so, will they look like normal people? Will their eyes give off a weird reflective glare like most animals do in photographs? Or will their imagine be super blurry no matter what anyone does to try to "enhance" it, while everything else in the photo (or video) stays super clear and normal?

I digress. The point is that I can totally see them having piles of stuff scatter around their hotel-cave.

Each one will have a pile of clothes. I wouldn't be surprise if some of it is out of style too. They either forgot about it or still keep it around to help feed the fire because why else do they have those drum barrels around?

They also got a lot of books, vinyl records and cassette tapes. I imagine on slower days or late at night when everything is closed they find ways to entertain themselves, be it by reading, listening to music or the radio. If not, they probably have a collection of various games too like darts, playing cards, monopoly, charades, chess, etc.

As for what does each one personally collect?

Hmm, I guess Marko with the state of his jacket he probably collects patches and pins. Maybe even owns a few sewing thread sets with other art and craft supplies.

In the cave there was some seashell mobile or wind chimes hanging around. I think Dwayne is the one to make it (or one of the boys got it from the souvenir shop knowing it'd be something he'd like). He might like collecting seashells. I can also see him collecting some books, animal bones, antique keys, sea glass, ammonites, pretty or interesting looking rocks, etc.

Paul is probably the one to expand the collection of music and games. Batteries too, though I wouldn't be surprise if all the boys add onto it and make sure their stockpile of batteries never runs too low. Maybe movies and concert ticket stubs? I don't see him paying for it though, so he probably snatches them from others. He might even collect or make his own guitar picks too.

As for David...I don't actually know. Probably books, oh, maybe cool looking zippo lighters? He does smoke so that would make sense. Oh, what if he has a collection of pocket and folding knives? It certainly wouldn't be hard to come by. I imagine there's been plenty of times of people thinking they can take him on with just a knife (this of course is before he reveals he's a vampire). He would probably find it amusing and be like 'oh, how nice' if it's something he doesn't have already. He'll be picky about it though. No shitty quality knives unless it's aesthetically pleasing.

Other possibilities is watches, badges, matchbooks, dice, shot glasses or keychains from states/countries they've been to (though this might be more of a Marko and Paul thing) and coins.

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[brick-a-doodle-do]

aaa i forgot this was finished! i guess i could've worked on the actual prompts in my askbox, but who wants that? :'D

every day's a test of our camaraderie

wc: 908

cw: swearing, slight panic, brief description of depression

—–—

Wilbur was exhausted. There wasn’t an exact reason for him to be more tired than he was, for example, yesterday; his day-to-day schedule consisted of the same get-up-and-go mornings, sit-and-scowl afternoons and crash-immediately evenings. The pattern never broke. Occasionally he would take a break to smoke, or treat himself to a fitting meal rather than things he’d swiped from the station, take a bath or a shower, but it never went further than that. 

And, besides, Wilbur hasn’t done any of that today. He got up, went to work, drove home, and now stands in his doorway with a heavy mood keeping his shoulders slumped as he kicks the door closed and walks off into the newly-adopted home.

His re-arrival in Utah had struck up a lot of buried and suppressed memories, but it still felt uncomfortably like home…similarly to the late Essempi. Wilbur’s car had still been nestled in by the one body of water he could find, there was still an extra work uniform buried at the bottom of his hamper, his bedding remained crumpled mess atop his cigarette-burned mattress, and, the most domesticated feeling of them all, there were still half-finished dishes and grimy silverware obliterated by the growing mold on them. Even the walls of the sink looked fuzzy.

It had been a revolting discovery, especially when the waft of the smell drifted his way, though something about it…he couldn’t quite place how he’d felt in that moment, but it was something, for sure.

And something it had been, though decidedly the wrong thing after he’d decided to clean it.

But, now, that was in the past, and the house looked better than it had been when he moved back in. Decades of decay and unkempt plants, utilities, everything, that was in the past! Things were definitely, positively, not-anything-other-than, looking up. 

He smiles to himself and nods in confirmation, the back of his mind unsure as to if he was genuinely convinced he was leading a new life or if he just wanted to put events of his even better, and equally worse, life behind.

The sudden hope dies down like a candle when he reaches his bedroom, he doesn’t even know why he’d bothered to try and convince his mind he was fine. Because even if things had fallen back into a nonchalant routine, it still didn’t feel the same without it. Without Them. 

Wilbur had gotten his closure, yet it still felt half-finished, like a bundle of crushed papers tossed to an overflowing bin. 

He shrugs the thoughts away with a grim huff. 

Pushing the door open, there’s a blur of blue light before he’s instinctively flicking the lightswitch on. The light flickers on and he shuts the door behind him, just in time for his attention to catch on the blue light again. Although this time dulled by the overhead light, it’s still as prominent as ever, because Wilbur hadn’t remembered lighting a candle, much less before he had left for the day. It was a crooked thing he left on the corner of his desk, he was surprised it had such a pristine flame.

That fact didn’t concern him for much longer, because as he took a step closer, what he thought had been a wrapper, was something far different. Far more alive, with a gentle rise and fall of something Wilbur could only convince himself was a chest, one with a fine line of familiarity to it, with a ragged white cloth— 

Tommy.

Wilbur, personally, doesn’t know if he should laugh or cry or…whatever he should do. He’s still, perfectly stiff as he stares at his brother, leant against a soft blue candle, sound asleep.

 And…so small. 

Wilbur’s fingers curl into loose fists. He should’ve expected Tommy to run after him. 

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! 

“Tommy,” Wilbur hiss-yells, still frozen in place. “Tommy!” Wilbur says, again, much louder than the last time. Quickly, the kid stirs, blinking and taking the time to wake up like he’s supposed to be on Wilbur’s desk, tiny and in Utah. Wilbur quickly swipes him off the desk, pulling him into a fist and drawing him to eye level. “Hey, look at me. What the fuck?” he demands. Tommy’s eyes are blown wide, trying to force a smile on his face even though he’s clearly intimidated. The kid squirms in his grasp, giving him enough awareness to loosen his grip. “What the fuck?! There’s no reason for you to be here, why are you here?” He shakes his fist, jarring Tommy enough into responding. 

“Hey! Hey, stop that,” the kid whines. “I was bored! There's nothing to do with you gone, Dream’s having some weird fucking ‘good guy’ phase and I don't wanna be around it!” 

“So you came here?” 

Tommy doesn't respond. 

“Tommy, look, this is my second chance at a new life, and I can't have a new life if my old fucking life is trailing behind me!” 

“Well—I can be your new life! It’s just..I mean–uh, look! I'll be… NewInnit. Tom. Shortened, classy, and oh-oh-so-mature!” Tommy tries, clearly desperate. 

Wilbur sighs, heavy, mild irritation lingering in the huff. He's going to kill this kid. Tommy stares at him, long and hard, quiet and investigatory. The boy yells out in surprise as Wilbur quickly shoves Tommy in the pocket of his jeans, gently pushing his small form further down to smother him in darkness. 

He’s so done with this. 

—–—

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#mw #brickfic #short prompt series #<- TECHNICALLY this was from the april prompts that i quit #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #dsmp g/t #dsmp gt #dream smp g/t #dream smp gt #t!tommy #g!wilbur

[nerdyvocals]

@look-at-those-niceass-rocks and I finished our watch (their first, my... eighth???) of Julie and the Phantoms the other day (*cough* over a week ago *cough*), and like the previous two times, we had some unhinged things to say about it. This one's a bit shorter as we only had episodes 8 and 9 left, but if you enjoy our dumbassery, rest assured, we'll be watching the Descendants franchise next!

Honorable mention: us spending the first 20 minutes of our call trying to find the first two posts because the blog search engine simply Does Not Work.

Captions: [Whimsical music plays] Me: Whimsical music GAYS, OHHHHHHH

*Flashback of the Hotdog Incident (tm)* Bee: Street meat street meat street meat Me: Are you saying "straight meat"??? Bee: NO!

Ray Molina : *is very engaged with his son's ghost dip theory* Bee: The Bandit Heeler energy on this man

Julie: *outside the Patterson's house* Me: Do you have tissues?? Bee: Uhhh, yeah, next to me? Me: Good Bee: Oh boy

*cue lots of sniffling over Unsaid Emily*

Bee: You can tell their prefrontal lobes stopped developing at 17 Me: Yeah, I guess that happens when you die? Brain stops growing?? Bee: hehehe brain machine broke

Julie: What the heck??? Me: Let Julie say fuck! Bee: Of all the characters, Julie should get to say fuck

Me: Finale time! Any predictions? Bee: Oh god, I don't think I could outdo the pink ladies one, uhhh

Bee then spends the next minute and a half being a prophet (in a sense): 1. Alex is going to get a very dramatic on-screen kiss with Seth Clearwater because otherwise I will be Upset 2. In the same way they become Real-or like. Where people can see them-when they play, they will find a way to be corporeal where they can touch each other 3. I think there should be a dance fight with-oh, fuck, what's his name? Evil ghost man?? With his Ghost Cocaine???

Alex and Willie: *emotional hug* Me: WAIT PAUSE. *zooms in on Alex's hand* I think I have that ring. Bee: Riveting.

The boys: *trying to get the PATD opener gig* Promoter: *freaking out* Assistant: *unbothered* Me: A lesbian and an incel are trapped in an office together. Bee: The incel is going to get eaten. Me: And not in the way he wants!

Julie: *having a cry in the alley* Me: I wonder how much they had to pay to keep that Subway sign in the background.

Julie: *takes dahlia from the street vendor* Bee: Truffula tree lookin-ass flower.

Bee: Also I didn't want to ruin that beautiful moment, but all I could think of was "mom come pick me up I'm scared."

Me: this poor tech guy is Going Through It (tm)

Carrie: Been here before Trevor: *Bombastic side eye* Bee: HA that look said, "Damn, I really forgot to parent this girl"

Nick: *Jamming* Us: GO FEDORA KID!!!

Me @ Trevor: That man is going to pass out

Me, as the Boys are appearing: See, I've always wondered what was going on in the ghost club side of this scene, cause look, their costumes are missing pieces! Alex's shirt is open, Reggie's jacket is just gone! Bee: Oh yeah Me: Like it's probably just a storytelling choice to show they're where they want to be via clothes, 'cause this is more in line with how they dress normally, but it does make me wonder what we're missing. Like is there a fight? Luke: *appearing* Me: See his sleeves got ripped off! How and why? Bee: They did that for us. You, specifically Me: *cackling*

Julie and Luke: *crying, about to hug* Me, noticing that Luke's pants Fit Very Well: Not the most important thing happening here, but uh, dat ass tho

After rewinding the scene a bit because it didn't hit Bee in the moment that They Were Hugging Bee: I was so caught up in the euphoria of a good butt that for a moment, I lived in a world where they weren't ghosts

Julie + Phantoms: We played the Orpheum! Me: Saved by the power of friendship! Bee: And this man's ass!

Me: So yeah, that was Julie and the Phantoms, how ya feeling? Bee: Great! This definitely won't change my brain chemistry forever

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